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.

Labor humanizes, exalts.

Friends are the leaders of the bosom, being more ourselves than we are, and we complement our affections in theirs.

Time ripens the substance of a life as the seasons mellow and perfect its fruits. The best apples fall latest and keep longest.

Life is one, religion one, creeds are many and diverse.

Our notion of the perfect society embraces the family as its center and ornament, and this paradise is not secure until children appear to animate and complete the picture.

A sip is the most than mortals are permitted from any goblet of delight.