It Takes Very Little Fire To Make

Do The Things You Know, And You Shall Learn The Truth You Need To Know.

The Young People Were Playing That Still More Absorbing Game In Which Hearts Are Always Trumps.

Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

The Duty We Owe Ourselves Is Greater Than That We Owe Others.

There Are Many Beths In The World, Shy And Quiet, Sitting In Corners Till Needed, And Living For Others So Cheerfully That No One Sees The Sacrifices Till The Little Cricket On The Hearth Stops Chirping, And The Sweet, Sunshiny Presence Vanishes, Leaving Silence And Shadow Behind.