Standing by the crib of one's own baby, with that world - old pang of compassion and protectiveness toward this so little creature that has all its course to run, the heart flies back in yearning and gratitude to those who felt just so toward one's self. Then for the first time one understands the homely succession of sacrifices and pains by which life is transmitted and fostered down the stumbling generations of men.

We've had bad luck with our kids - they've all grown up.

All students can learn.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.

God made man merely to hear some praise of what he'd done on those Five Days.

My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed.

The little Plumpuppets are fairies of beds; They have nothing to do but watch sleepyheads; They turn down the sheets and they tuck you in tight, And dance on your pillow to wish you good night!