Women Are A New Race, Recreated Since

God Wishes To Exhaust All Means Of Kindness Before His Hand Takes Hold On Justice.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Hand; A Silent Utterer Of Words For The Eye.

The Deeper Men Go Into Life, The Deeper Is Their Conviction That This Life Is Not All. It Is An Unfinished Symphony. A Day May Round Out An Insect's Life, And A Bird Or A Beast Needs No Tomorrow. Not So With Him Who Knows That He Is Related To God And Has Felt The Power Of An Endless Life.

Even A Liar Tells A Hundred Truths To One Lie; He Has To, To Make The Lie Good For Anything.

Death Is The Christian's Vacation Morning. School Is Out. It Is Time To Go Home.