The Hammer And The Anvil Are The

The Gentleman Is Solid Mahogany; The Fashionable Man Is Only Veneer.

The Pleasant Converse Of The Fireside, The Simple Songs Of Home, The Words Of Encouragement As I Bend Over My School-tasks, The Kiss As I Lie Down To Rest, The Patient Bearing With The Freaks Of My Restless Nature, The Gentle Counsels Mingled With Reproofs And Approvals, The Sympathy That Meets And Assuages Every Sorrow, And Sweetens Every Little Success--all These Return To Me Amid The Responsibilities Which Press Upon Me Now, And I Feel As If I Had Once Lived In Heaven, And, Straying, Had Lost My Way.

Life Is Before You,- Not Earthly Life Alone, But Life- A Thread Running Interminably Through The Warp Of Eternity.

There Is Nothing More Precious To A Man Than His Will; There Is Nothing Which He Relinquishes With So Much Reluctance.

The Temple Of Art Is Built In Words.