Someone Calls Biography The Home

Everyone Has Conscience Enough To Hate; Few Have Religion Enough To Love.

Our Children That Die Young Are Like Those Spring Bulbs Which Have Their Flowers Prepared Beforehand, And Leave Nothing To Do But To Break Ground, And Blossom, And Pass Away. Thank God For Spring Flowers Among Men, As Well As Among The Grasses Of The Field.

Love Cannot Endure Indifference. It Needs To Be Wanted. Like A Lamp, It Needs To Be Fed Out Of The Oil Of Another's Heart, Or Its Flame Burns Low.

The Philosophy Of One Century Is The Common Sense Of The Next.

A Man Has No More Religion Than He Acts Out In His Life.