A Babe Is Nothing But A Bundle

God's Grace Is The Oil That Fills The Lamp Of Love.

Conscience Is The Frame Of Character, And Love Is The Covering For It.

Some Men Think That The Globe Is A Sponge That God Puts Into Their Hands To Squeeze For Their Own Garden Or Flower-pot.

As Flowers Carry Dewdrops, Trembling On The Edges Of The Petals, And Ready To Fall At The First Waft Of Wind Or Brush Of Bird, So The Heart Should Carry Its Beaded Words Of Thanksgiving; And At The First Breath Of Heavenly Flavor, Let Down The Shower, Perfumed With The Heart's Gratitude.

Nature Holds An Immense Uncollected Debt Over Every Man's Head.