Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend; Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need, Or sin by silence when I should defend... "The world is better that I lived to-day."

No question is ever settled until it is settled right.

How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!

How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for an uncertain goal, That voyage on which no comradeship is known?

The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.

The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.

Change is the watchword of progression.