A Letter Is The Most Imperishable Thing

... Love Is Heaven And Claims Its Own.

Kindness Is The Truest Wisdom Of Life And We Cannot Go Far Without It.

Never Yet Was A Springtime, When The Buds Forgot To Bloom.

Spring Is Beautiful, And Summer Is Perfect For Vacations, But Autumn Brings A Longing To Get Away From The Unreal Things Of Life, Out Into The Forest At Night With A Campfire And The Rustling Leaves.

I Would Not, If I Could, Give Up The Memory Of The Joy I Have Had In Books For Any Advantage That Could Be Offered In Other Pursuits Or Occupations. Books Have Been To Me What Gold Is To The Miser, What New Fields Are To The Explorer.