Sorrow Makes Men Sincere.

That Endless Book, The Newspaper, Is Our National Glory.

Religion Would Save A Man; Christ Would Make Him Worth Saving.

The Sun Does Not Shine For A Few Trees And Flowers, But For The Wide World's Joy.

Do Not Be Troubled Because You Have Not Great Virtues. God Made A Million Spears Of Grass Where He Made One Tree. The Earth Is Fringed And Carpeted, Not With Forests, But With Grasses. Only Have Enough Of Little Virtues And Common Fidelities, And You Need Not Mourn Because You Are Neither A Hero Or A Saint.

Do Not Give, As Many Rich Men Do, Like A Hen That Lays Her Eggs ...and Then Cackles.