Life Hangs As Nothing In The Scale

Our Relatives Form The Natural Setting Of Our Childhood. We Understand Ourselves Best And Are Best Understood By Others Through The Persons Who Came Nearest To Us In Our Earliest Years.

Few Parents Are Aware Of The Difficulties That Beset The Minds Of The Little Philosophers And Theologians Who Sit Upon Their Knees Or Play At Their Feet; And Many A Parent Could Not Comprehend The Disturbance, If He Were Aware Of It.

Whoever Claims To Understand Another Person Completely, Is Either Entirely Ignorant Of Himself, Or Else Has A Nature So Small That He Can Measure It Easily, And Supposes It To Be The Standard Of Every Other Nature.

The Curse Of Covetousness Is That It Destroys Manhood By Substituting Money For Character.

To Different Minds, Poetry May Present Different Phases. To Me, The Reverent Faith Of The People I Lived Among, And Their Faithful Everyday Living, Was Poetry; Blossoms And Trees And Blue Shies Were Poetry. God Himself Was Poetry.