Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

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.

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.

Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self.

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.

Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.