Those Who Would See Wonderful

Count Not The Cost Of Honour To The Dead!the Tribute That A Mighty Nation Paysto Those Who Loved Her Well In Former Daysmeans More Than Gratitude For Glories Fled;for Every Noble Man That She Hath Bred,lives In The Bronze And Marble That We Raise,immortalised By Art's Immortal Praise,to Lead Our Sons As He Our Fathers Led.

A River Is The Most Human And Companionable Of All Inanimate Things. It Has A Life, A Character, A Voice Of Its Own; And It Is As Full Of Good Fellowship As A Sugar Maple Is Of Sap. It Can Talk In Various Tones, Loud Or Low, And Of Many Subjects Grave And Gay.... For Real Company And Friendship There Is Nothing, Outside Of The Animal Kingdom, That Is Comparable To A River.

The First Day Of Spring Is One Thing, And The First Spring Day Is Another. The Difference Between Them Is Sometimes As Great As A Month.

Who Seeks For Heaven Alone To Save His Soul, May Keep The Path, But Will Not Reach The Goal; While He Who Walks In Love May Wander Far, Yet God Will Bring Him Where The Blessed Are.

Memory Is A Capricious And Arbitrary Creature. You Never Can Tell What Pebble She Will Pick Up From The Shore Of Life To Keep Among Her Treasures, Or What Inconspicuous Flower Of The Field She Will Preserve As The Symbol Of "thoughts That Do Often Lie Too Deep For Tears." . . . And Yet I Do Not Doubt That The Most Important Things Are Always The Best Remembered.