The sweetest type of heaven is home - nay, heaven is the home for whose acquisition we are to strive the most strongly. Home, in one form and another, is the great object of life. It stands at the end of every day's labor, and beckons us to its bosom; an life would be cheerless and meaningless, did we not discern across the river that divides us from the life beyond, glimpses of the pleasant mansions prepared for us.

God give us men. The time demands strong minds, great hearts, true faith and willing hands.

The temple of art is built in words.

if have got my spindle and my distaff ready--my pen and mind--never doubting for an instant that God will send me flax.

A noble deed is a step towards heaven.

The man who loves home best, and loves it most unselfishly, loves his country best.

The moment we recognize God as supreme in power and infinitely good and loving toward all His intelligent creatures, that moment we admit the doctrine of universal and special providence.