The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.