Joy In One's Work Is The Consummate

O Little Town Of Bethlehem, How Still We See Thee Lie! Above Thy Deep And Dreamless Sleep The Silent Stars Go By.

The Faith Which You Keep Must Be A Faith That Demands Obedience, And You Can Keep It Only By Obeying It.

If We Could Sweep Intemperance Out Of The Country, There Would Be Hardly Poverty Enough Left To

Those Who Help A Child Help Humanity With An Immediateness Which No Other Help Given To Human Creature In Any Other Stage Of Human Life Can Possibly Give Again.

While Mortals Sleep, The Angels Keep Their Watch Of Wondering Love.