Work! Work! That Is My Unfailing Cure

It Is Impossible To Exaggerate The Evil Work Theology Has Done In The World.

Not In Vain Is Ireland Pouring Itself All Over The Earth. The Irish, With Their Glowing Hearts And Reverent Credulity, Are Needed In This Cold Age Of Intellect And Skepticism.

Blessed Indeed Is The Man Who Hears Many Gentle Voices Call Him Father.

A Human Heart Can Never Grow Old If It Takes A Lively Interest In The Pairing Of Birds, The Reproduction Of Flowers, And The Changing Tints Of Autumn Leaves.

Misfortune Is Never Mournful To The Soul That Accepts It; For Such Do Always See That Every Cloud Is An Angel's Face. Every Man Deems That He Has Precisely The Trials And Temptations Which Are The Hardest Of All Others For Him To Bear; But They Are So, Simply Because They Are The Very Ones He Most Needs.