I knew a witty physician who found theology in the biliary duct, and used to affirm that if there was a disease in the liver, the man became a Calvinist, and if that organ was sound, he became a Unitarian.

It is a luxury to be understood.

When I have attempted to join myself to others by services, it proved an intellectual trick,-no more. They eat your service like apples, and leave you out. But love them, and they feel you, and delight in you all the time.

This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.

There the great Planter plants Of fruitful worlds the grain, And with a million spells enchants The souls that walk in pain.

We are too civil to books. For a few golden sentences we will turn over and actually read a volume of four or five hundred pages.

Is there a difference? Yes. We are in harmony with nature, but never at peace.