The World Is God's World, After All.

A Garden, Sir, Wherein All Rainbows And Flowers Were Heaped Together.

There Will Be No True Freedom Without Virtue, No True Science Without Religion, No True Industry Without The Fear Of God And Love To Your Fellow Citizens.

If You Wish To Be Like A Little Child, Study What A Little Child Could Understand — Nature; And Do What A Little Child Could Do — Love.

Wherever Is Love And Loyalty, Great Purposes And Lofty Souls, Even Though In A Hovel Or A Mine, There Is Fairyland.

In The Four Hundred And Thirteenth Year Of The Christian Era, Some Three Hundred Miles Above Alexandria, The Young Monk Philammon Was Sitting On The Edge Of A Low Range Of Inland Cliffs, Crested With Drifting Sand.