The Universe Is One Great Kindergarten For

Concentrate . . . For The Greatest Achievements Are Reserved For The Man Of Single Aim, In Whom No Rival Powers Divide The Empire Of The Soul.

Work, Love And Play Are The Great Balance Wheels Of Man's Being.

Life Is Not Mean, It Is Grand; If It Is Mean To Any, He Or She Makes It So. God Made It Glorious. It Is Paved With Diamonds; Its Banks He Fringed With Flowers. He Overarched It With Stars. Around It He Spread The Glory Of The Physical Universe-suns, Moon, Worlds, Constellations, Systems-all That Is Magnificent In Motion, Sublime In Magnitude, And Grand In Order And Obedience. God Would Not Have Attended Life With This Broad March Of Grandeur If It Did Not Mean Something.

It Is Just The Little Difference Between The Good And The Best That Makes The Difference Between The Artist And The Artisan. It Is Just The Little Touches After The Average Man Would Quit That Makes The Master's Fame.

One Penny May Seem To You A Very Insignificant Thing, But It Is The Small Seed From Which Fortunes Spring.