For The Infinite Has Sowed His Name

Joy Descends Gently Upon Us Like The Evening Dew, And Does Not Patter Down Like A Hailstorm.

Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That Attracts Us To The Next World.

The Gymnasium Of Running, Walking On Stilts, Climbing, Etc. Stells And Makes Hardy Single Powers And Muscles, But Dancing, Like A Corporeal Poesy, Embellishes, Exercises, And Equalizes All The Muscles At Once.

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.

A Man Never Discloses His Own Character So Clearly As When He Describes Anothers.