It is well for us if we have learned to listen to the sweet persuasion of the Beatitudes, but there are crises in all lives which require also the emphatic "Thou shalt not" of the decalogue which the founders wrote on the gateposts of their commonwealth.

Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.

I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

The laws of changeless justice bind oppressor and oppressed; and, close as sin and suffering joined we march to fate abreast.

Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and ungentle passions looked out, hideous and hateful.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.