Sharp Men, Like Sharp Needles,

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Hand; A Silent Utterer Of Words For The Eye.

Indeed, Unless A Man Can Link His Written Thoughts With The Everlasting Wants Of Men, So That They Shall Draw More From Them As Wells, There Is No More Immortality To The Thoughts And Feelings Of The Soul Than To The Muscles And Bones.

See To It That Each Hour's Feelings, And Thoughts, And Actions Are Pure And True; Then Will Your Life Be Such.

The Disciples Found Angels At The Grave Of Him They Loved; And We Should Always Find Them Too, But That Our Eyes Are Too Full Of Tears For Seeing.

True Elegance Becomes The More So As It Approaches Simplicity.