The Dominant Expression Of A Child Is

For The Glory Born Of Goodness Never Dies, And Its Flag Is Not Half-masted In The Skies.

The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression, For Ruder Speech Too Fair, That, Like Thy Petals, Trembles In Possession, And Scatters On The Air.

The Creator Who Could Put A Cancer In A Believer's Stomach Is Above Being Interfered With By Prayers.

There Is Peace In The Swamp, Though The Quiet Is Death

One Big Vice In A Man Is Apt To Keep Out A Great Many Smaller Ones.