Idleness Is The Sepulchre Of

There Are Crowds Who Trample A Flower Into The Dust Without Thinking Once That They Have One Of The Sweetest Thoughts Of God Under Their Heel.

What Is The Little One Thinking About? Very Wonderful Things, No Doubt; Unwritten History! Unfathomed Mystery! Yet He Laughs And Cries, And Eats And Drinks, And Chuckles And Crows, And Nods And Winks, As If His Head Were As Full Of Kinks And Curious Riddles As Any Sphinx!

Ideals Are The World's Masters.

To Labor Rightly And Earnestly Is To Walk In The Golden Track That Leads To God. It Is To Adopt The Regimen Of Manhood And Womanhood. It Is To Come Into Sympathy With The Great Struggle Of Humanity Toward Perfection. It Is To Adopt The Fellowship Of All The Great And Good The World Has Ever Known.

A Fortune Won In A Day Is Lost In A Day; A Fortune Won Slowly, And Slowly Compacted, Seems To Acquire From The Hand That Won It The Property Of Endurance.