No Outward Change Need Trouble Him Who

Tears Of Joy Are Like The Summer Rain Drops Pierced By Sunbeams.

Education Commences At The Mother's Knee, And Every Word Spoken Within Hearsay Of Little Children Tends Toward The Formation Of Character.

Death Comes To Us, Under Many Conditions, With All The Welcome Serenity Of Sleep.

The Eye Is Inlet To The Soul.

Unless We Find Repose Within Ourselves, It Is Vain To Seek It Elsewhere.