History is but the unrolled scroll of prophecy.—James A. Garfield.
The world's history is a divine poem of which the history of every nation is a canto and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down the centuries, and though there have been mingled the discords of warring cannon and dying men, yet to the Christian philosopher and historian—the humble listener—there has been a divine melody running through the song which speaks of hope and halcyon days to come.—James A. Garfield.
Home.—There is no happiness in life, there is no misery, like that growing out of the dispositions which consecrate or desecrate a home.—Chapin.
It was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his children feel that home was the happiest place in the world; and I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow.—Washington Irving.
He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.—Goethe.
'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home;
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.
—Byron.
'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
—John Howard Payne.
There's a strange something, which without a brain
Fools feel, and which e'en wise men can't explain,
Planted in man, to bind him to that earth,
In dearest ties, from whence he drew his birth.
—Churchill.
The first sure symptom of a mind in health is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home.—Young.
Are you not surprised to find how independent of money peace of conscience is, and how much happiness can be condensed in the humblest home?—James Hamilton.