In The Whole Round Of Human Affairs

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.

Our Daughters Are The Most Precious Of Our Treasures, The Dearest Possessions Of Our Homes And The Objects Of Our Most Watchful Love.

I Thank You, God, In Heaven, For Friends.

Let Every Birthday Be A Festival, A Time When The Gladness Of The House Finds Expression In Flowers, In Gifts, In A Little Fête. Never Should A Birthday Be Passed Over Without Note, Or As If It Were A Common Day, Never Should It Cease To Be A Garlanded Milestone In The Road Of Life.

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