When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

Evil is only good perverted.

Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air.

The secret studies of an author are the sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, spanning the dark waters of oblivion. They are out of sight, but without them no superstructure can stand secure.