The Evil One Has Left,

We Find From Experience That Yellow Excites A Warm And Agreeable Impression.... The Eye Is Gladdened, The Heart Expanded And Cheered, A Glow Seems At Once To Breathe Toward Us.

One Does Not Get To Know That One Exists Until One Rediscovers Oneself In Others.

The Proper Place For Liberality Is In The Realm Of The Emotions.

Our Destiny Often Looks Like A Fruit-tree In Winter. Who Would Think From Its Pitiable Aspect That Those Rigid Boughs, Those Rough Twigs Could Next Spring Again Be Green, Bloom, And Even Bear Fruit? Yet We Hope It, We Know It.

Man Would Not Be The Finest Creature In The World If He Were Not Too Fine For It.