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Men Are Often Bad, But Babies Never Are.

…it Is So Much Better To Work For Others Than For One's Self Alone.

Oft In The Silence Of The Night, When The Lonely Moon Rides High, When Wintry Winds Are Whistling, And We Hear The Owl's Shrill Cry, In The Quiet, Dusky Chamber, By The Flickering Firelight, Rising Up Between Two Sleepers, Comes A Spirit All In White.

Good, Old-fashioned Ways Keep Hearts Sweet, Heads Sane, Hands Busy.

Now And Then, In This Workaday World, Things Do Happen In The Delightful Storybook Fashion, And What A Comfort That Is.