The noblest calling in the world is that of mother. True motherhood is the most beautiful of all arts, the greatest of all professions. She who can paint a masterpiece or who can write a book that will influence millions deserves the plaudits and admiration of mankind; but she who rears successfully a family of healthy, beautiful sons and daughters whose immortal souls will be exerting an influence throughout the ages long after painting shall have faded, and books and statues shall have been destroyed, deserves the highest honor that man can give.
The best gift you can give to your father or mother is to let them know that you are emulating their ideals and that you are going to carry their name in respect and honor.
My Church, and My Creed You ask me "what is my religion"? Now what if I say I have None? You'll be wrongly impressed, And unduly distressed So wait - I have only begun. My creed in the sense that you mean it, Has no single symbol, or sign. Big, impressive, or small, There is good in them all, So perhaps Your religion is mine. My doctrine is any that stands for The honor and virtue of men. For whatever we preach, We're all striving to reach A mutual goal in the end. My church is the one that is nearest Wherever I happen to be. The place where men go Their devotion to show, Is good - and sufficient for me. What matters the Name on the mileposts That stand by the path you have trod? If the pathway leads UP Then at last you shall sup With the infinite army of God.
Dale Wimbrow (1895 - 1954)
Source: grateful memory of the author, Dale Wimbrow.
There are men whom a happy disposition, a strong desire of glory and esteem, inspire with the same love for justice and virtue which men in general have for riches and honors. . . . But the number of these men is so small that I only mention them in honor of humanity.
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