The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
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.
There is nothing that makes more cowards and feeble men than public opinion.
Victories that come cheap are cheap. Those only are worth having which come as the result of hard fighting.
Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.
The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.
Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.
Discover what you are.
If there be any one whose power is in beauty, in purity, in goodness, it is a woman.