So We Die Before Our Own Eyes;

Love Isn't Blind; It's Only Love That Sees!

It Is A Splendid Thing To Have The Use Of Any Gift Of God. It Isn't For Us To Choose Again, Or Wonder And Dispute, But Just Work In Our Own Places, And Leave The Rest To God.

Tain't Worthwhile To Wear A Day All Out Before It Comes.

My Friends Plunged Into A Borderless Sea Of Reminiscences And Personal News.

There Is Something Out Of Gear About Graded Schools And All That. Memory Is Developed At The Expense Of What In General We Are Pleased To Call Thought And Character.