Life is magical. There is something wonderful in being alive, in having within one's self all sorts of possibilities.

Vanity is easily forgiven, for we are all vain, and even as we laugh at the weakness of others we feel that their vanity has touched the responding chord of our own.

True love survives all shocks: an affection originally produced by admiration for unusual beauty may not only survive the loss of that beauty, but may become more intense if the beauty has changed into ugliness through causes that bind the lovers together in tender associations.

Tact is not a small thing; in the battle of life it is more powerful than a bludgeon.

Some people would be discontented in Paradise, others ... are cheerful in a graveyard.

Life asks for a preparation as complete as we can afford; the great contest should be fought with spirit but with good temper always; we should never think the game lost while it is still going; and finally we should have the satisfaction of quitting the field able to say: I did my best.

There are tides of justice surging to the unknown shores of right; Stars of truth that seek a setting in the dark, untutored night.