That life should appear commonplace to any man is evi- 

 dence that he has invested it with the coarse habit of his 

 thinking. Life is beautiful to whomsoever will think beautiful 

 thoughts. There arc no common people but they who think 

 commonly and without imagination or beauty. Such are dull 

 enough. — Stanton Davis Kirkham in "The Ministry of Beauty." 



As with the year, so with man. As he grows older his 

 thoughts reach out to farther horizons, and the love which 

 once burned in a single, central fire now broadens into a flame 

 that would gladly envelop the wdiole world. He outgrows 

 much, and into what remains of the youth behind him he 

 reads far higher meanings as he advances toward the youth 

 that lies before him. He loved a flower once — now he grows 

 into conscious relation with the immeasurable truth, which is 

 taught nowhere else so clearly as in a garden, that all he has 

 had. all he has desired, of any good is his. Not to touch, per- 

 haps, or to see, but to remember and to wait for, secure in the 

 faith that the Paradise which lies just beyond Calvary needs 

 every leaf and every blossom that ever cheered the longing 

 soul on its pilgrimage thither. — Sara Andrew Shafer in "A 

 White Paper Garden." 





