In Temperance There Is Ever Cleanliness And

Ideas Never Lack For Words. It Is Words That Lack Ideas. As Soon As The Idea Has Come To Its Last Degree Of Perfection, The Word Blossoms.

We Do Not Do Well Except When We Know Where The Best Is And When We Are Assured That We Have Touched It And Hold Its Power Within Us.

Religion Must Be Loved As A Kind Of Country And Nursing-mother. It Was Religion That Nourished Our Virtues, That Showed Us Heaven, That Taught Us To Walk In The Path Of Duty.

Man Is Born With The Faculty Of Speech. Who Gives It To Him? He Who Gives The Bird Its Song.

Before Using A Fine Word, Make A Place For It.