Heaven often seems distant and unknown, but if He who made the road... is our guide, we need not fear to lose the way.

Natural beauty and wonder are priceless heirlooms which God has bestowed upon our nation. How shall we escape the contempt of the coming generation if we suffer this irreplaceable heritage to be wasted?

It is better to follow even the shadow of the best, than to remain content with the worst.

It is better to burn the candle at both ends, and in the middle, too, than to put it away in the closet and let the mice eat it.

One truly affectionate soul in a family will evert a sweetening and harmonizing influence upon all its members.

Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is an unconscious memory of the lost Paradise. It is the sense that even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.

The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.