No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.

Though old the thought and oft exprest, Tis his at last who says it best.

If one waits for the right time to come before writing, the right time never comes.

Our American republic will endure only as long as the ideas of the men who founded it continue dominant.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God so wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'T is enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell... The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near... Every thing is upward striving; 'T is as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, - 'T is the natural way of living.

Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.