When There Is Love In

It Is A Man Dying With His Harness On That Angels Love To Escort Upward.

No One Thing Does Human Life More Need Than A Kind Consideration Of The Faults Of Others. Every One Sins; Everyone Needs Forbearance. Our Own Imperfections Should Teach Us To Be Merciful.

The Natural Term Of An Apple-pie Is But Twelve Hours. It Reaches Its Highest State About One Hour After It Comes From The Oven, And Just Before Its Natural Heat Has Quite Departed. But Every Hour Afterward Is A Declension. And After It Is One Day Old, It Is Thence-forward But The Ghastly Corpse Of Apple-pie.

Many Men Are Stored Full Of Unused Knowledge. Like Loaded Guns That Are Never Fired Off, Or Military Magazines In Times Of Peace, They Are Stuffed With Useless Ammunition.

The Babe At First Feeds Upon The Mother's Bosom, But It Is Always On Her Heart.