Home Is The Definition Of God.

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present In The Year At Any Other Period When March Is Scarcely Here.

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

Time Is Short And Full, Like An Outgrown Frock - .

God Is Indeed A Jealous God. He Cannot Bear To See, That We Had Rather Not With Him, But With Each Other Play.

You Cannot Fold A Flood And Put It In A Drawer, Because The Winds Would Find It Out And Tell Your Cedar Floor.