What A Grand Thing, To

We Are All Under Sentence Of Death, But With A Sort Of Indefinite Reprieve.

Often When We Think We Are Knotting One Thread, We Are Tying Quite Another.

Life Is The Flower For Which Love Is The Honey.

God In His Harmony Has Equal Ends For Cedar That Resists And Reed That Bends; For Good It Is A Woman Sometimes Rules, Holds In Her Hand The Power, And Manners, Schools, And Laws, And Mind; Succeeding Master Proud, With Gentle Voice And Smiles She Leads The Crowd, The Somber Human Troop.

Son, Brother, Father, Lover, Friend. There Is Room In The Heart For All The Affections, As There Is Room In Heaven For All The Stars.