Idleness Is The Sepulchre Of

Music Was A Thing Of The Soul — A Rose-lipped Shell That Murmured Of The Eternal Sea — A Strange Bird Singing The Songs Of Another Shore.

The Man Who Loves Home Best, And Loves It Most Unselfishly, Loves His Country Best.

The Moment We Recognize God As Supreme In Power And Infinitely Good And Loving Toward All His Intelligent Creatures, That Moment We Admit The Doctrine Of Universal And Special Providence.

We Live In The Future. Even The Happiness Of The Present Is Made Up Mostly Of That Delightful Discontent Which The Hope Of Better Things Inspires.

God Be Thanked That There Are Some In The World To Whose Hearts The Barnacles Will Not Cling.