People seldom refuse help, if one offers it in the right way.
One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.
Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.
I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.
It seems sometimes as if one were powerless to do any more from within to overcome troubles, and that help must come from without.
I am sure it is one's duty as a teacher to try to show boys that no opinions, no tastes, no emotions are worth much unless they are one's own. I suffered acutely as a boy from the lack of being shown this.