Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.
Earth, thou great footstool of our God, who reigns on high; thou fruitful source of all our raiment, life, and food; our house, our parent, and our nurse.
I would not change my native landFor rich Peru with all her gold
For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.
Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home.
Everyday is a birthday; every moment of it is new to us; we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor.