Persecution Readily Knits Friendship Between Its Victims.

One Of The Illusions Of Life Is That The Present Hour Is Not The Critical, Decisive One.

Life Only Avails, Not The Having Lived.

What You Set Your Heart Upon, Surely Shall Be Yours.

My Son, A Perfect Little Boy Of Five Years And Three Months, Had Ended His Earthly Life. You Can Never Sympathize With Me; You Can Never Know How Much Of Me Such A Young Child Can Take Away. A Few Weeks Ago I Accounted Myself A Very Rich Man, And Now The Poorest Of All.

I Wiped Away The Weeds And Foam, I Fetched My Sea-born Treasures Home; But The Poor, Unsightly, Noisome Things Had Left Their Beauty On The Shore, With The Sun And The Sand And The Wild Uproar.