Modesty is bred of self-reverence. Fine manners are the mantle of fair minds.

Good-humor, gay spirits, are the liberators, the sure cure for spleen and melancholy. Deeper than tears, these irradiate the tophets with their glad heavens. Go laugh, vent the pits, transmuting imps into angels by the alchemy of smiles. The satans flee at the sight of these redeemers.

Modesty is bred of self-reverence. Fine manners are the mantle of fair minds.

One must espouse some pursuit, taking it kindly at heart and with enthusiasm.

A good book is fruitful of other books; it perpetuates its fame from age to age, and makes eras in the lives of its readers.

Who loves a garden, still his Eden keeps, Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvests reaps.

Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well.