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.

Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.

That pernicious sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong."

In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.

Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.

Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

From lower to the higher next, Not to the top, is Nature's text; And embryo Good, to reach full stature, Absorbs the Evil in its nature.