O Month When They Who Love Must

The Woman Who Creates And Sustains A Home, And Under Whose Hands Children Grow Up To Be Strong And Pure Men And Women, Is A Creator Second Only To God.

Bee To The Blossom, Moth To The Flame; Each To His Passion; What's In A Name?

Nothing Can Be So Bad As To Be Displeased With One's Self.

That Indescribable Expression Peculiar To People Who Hope They Have Not Been Asleep, But Know They Have.

I Know The Lands Are Lit, With All The Autumn Blaze Of Goldenrod.