Who Never Walks Save Where He Sees

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.

The Most Beautiful Sight This Earth Affords Is A Man Or Woman So Filled With Love That Duty Is Only A Name, And Its Performance The Natural Outflow And Expression Of The Love Which Has Become The Central Principle Of Their Life.

Every Man Who Strikes Blows For Power, For Influence, For Institutions, For The Right, Must Be Just As Good An Anvil As He Is A Hammer.

No Nation Can Be Destroyed While It Possesses A Good Home Life.

My God! I Thank Thee For The Bath Of Sleep, That Wraps In Balm My Weary Heart And Brain, And Drowns Within Its Waters Still And Deep My Sorrow And My Pain. I Thank Thee For My Dreams, Which Loose The Bond That Binds My Spirit To Its Daily Load, And Give It Angel Wings, To Fly Beyond Its Slumber-bound Abode.