We Hand Folks Over To God's Mercy,

Most Of Us Who Turn To Any Subject We Love Remember Some Morning Or Evening Hour When We Got On A High Stool To Reach Down An Untried Volume, Or Sat With Parted Lips Listening To A New Talker, Or For Very Lack Of Books Began To Listen To The Voices Within, As The First Traceable Beginning Of Our Love.

Keep True, Never Be Ashamed Of Doing Right.

Genius ... Is Necessarily Intolerant Of Fetters.

Life Began With Waking Up And Loving My Mother's Face.

Speech Is Often Barren; But Silence Also Does Not Necessarily Brood Over A Full Nest.