While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.

Who knows, the mind has the key to all things besides.

Nor do we accept, as genuine the person not characterized by this blushing bashfulness, this youthfulness of heart, this sensibility to the sentiment of suavity and self-respect. Modesty is bred of self-reverence. Fine manners are the mantle of fair minds. None are truly great without this ornament.

Yet the deepest truths are best read between the lines, and, for the most part, refuse to be written.

That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.

No one is promiscuous in his way of dying. A man who has decided to hang himself will never jump in front of a train.

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