Peace is the wait of the patient soul.

And then came a time when I could no longer say 'We,' and I found myself in a lonesome land where no one remembered that I had ever been young, or called me by my given name.

Poor, successful, fallible Republican party! If it could only have kept the purity of the patriot impulse of which it was born!

Peace is the wait of the patient soul.

A great magazine is sort of a net for ability.

Blessed be those souls who are glad! They are a salve for sorrow and fatigue. A sun in days of darkness, a joy in sorrow, a ray of heaven shining through the uncertainness of earth.

perpetuity in a home is a blanket for the cold years that come with age.