Whatever Is Almost True Is Quite False,

In The Family, Happiness Is In The Ratio In Which Each Is Serving The Others, Seeking One Another's Good, And Bearing One Another's Burdens.

No One Can Deal With The Hearts Of Men Unless He Has The Sympathy Which Is Given By Love.

Where Is Human Nature So Weak As In The Bookstore?

There Are Persons So Radiant, So Genial, So Kind, So Pleasure-bearin G, That You Instinctively Feel In Their Presence That They Do You Good; Whose Coming Into A Room Is Like Bringing A Lamp There.

There Are Joys Which Long To Be Ours.