“Is there any sign of spring quite so welcome as the glint of the first bluebird unless it is his softly whistled song? No wonder the bird has become the symbol for happiness. Before the farmer begins to plough the wet earth, often while snow is still on the ground, this hardy little minstrel is making himself very much at home in our orchards and gardens while waiting for a mate to arrive from the South.” FirstsLittlesStillsHomeEarthSongWaitingWonderSpringBirdGardenSouthSnowWelcomeSymbolsFarmersMatesWetHardyOrchardBluebirdMinstrels Author:Neltje Blanchan
“Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.” HomeEyeGamesDoorsSpringHatefulCreditors Author:Thomas Otway
“The force that makes the winter grow Its feathered hexagons of snow , and drives the bee to match at home Their calculated honeycomb, Is abacus and rose combined. An icy sweetness fills my mind , A sense that under thing and wing Lies, taut yet living , coiled, the spring .” MindHomeLyingForceGrowsSpringWingsRoseWinterSnowBeesSweetnessIcyAbacus Book:Science and Human Values Source: Science and Human Values
“Oh! if you could only hear Intemperance with drunkards' bones drumming on the top of the wine cask the Dead March of immortal souls, you would go home and kneel down and pray God that rather than your children should ever become the victims of this evil habit, you might carry them out to Greenwood and put them down in the last slumber, waiting for the flowers of spring to come over the grave-sweet prophecies of the resurrection. God hath a balm for such a Wound, but what flower of comfort ever grew on the blasted heath of a drunkard's sepulcher?” IfsShouldChildrenSoulHomeMightLastsEvilWaitingSweetFlowerGrewPrayingHabitComfortSpringOur ChildrenDown AndVictimWineBonesWoundsGravesYour ChildrenImmortalMarchResurrectionProphecyDrunkennessPraying To GodSlumberDrunkardsDrummingImmortal SoulIntemperance Author:Thomas De Witt Talmage
“The world of men has forgotten the joys of silence, the peace of solitude, which is necessary, to some extent, for the fullness of human living. Man cannot be happy for long unless he is in contact with the springs of spiritual life which are hidden in the depths of his own soul. If man is exiled constantly from his own home, locked out of his spiritual solitude, he ceases to be a true person.” IfsMenWorldHumansPersonsLongSoulHomeSpiritualJoyPeaceSilenceSolitudeSpringDepthForgottenHappyCeaseContactSpiritual LifeLockedFullnessTrue LifeTrue Person Author:Thomas Merton