God made the forests, the tiny stars, and the wild winds-and I think that he made them partly as a balance for that kind of civilization that would choke the spirit of joy out of our hearts. He made the great open places for the people who want to be alone with him and talk to him, away from the crowds that kill all reverence. And I think that he is glad at times to have us forget our cares and responsibilities that we may be nearer him-as Jesus was when he crept away into the wilderness to pray.

... Love is heaven and claims its own.

In home life contentment is an essential to daily comfort. One discontented person in the house creates an atmosphere fatal to tranquillity.

The people who dream are very often the people who see, and dreaming and seeing precede doing.

Theres nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.

Every child's birthright is a happy home.

Self-complacen cy is fatal to progress.