The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength.
God’s grace is the oil that fills the lamp of love.
Victories that come cheap are cheap. Those only are worth having which come as the result of hard fighting.
There is nothing that makes more cowards and feeble men than public opinion.
It’s easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.
The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.
Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.
Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.