I once met a man who had forgiven an injury. I hope some day to meet the man who has forgiven an insult.

In life, as in Chess, ones own Pawns block ones way. A mans very wealth, ease, leisure, children, books, which should help him to win, more often checkmate him

In one family, every little plan or question is discussed amid bickering and irritation. In another, without the least effort, every discussion goes on amid perfect peace. This is just as easy, and infinitely more agreeable: only, in many homes it does not happen to be the family habit.

You will never 'find' time for anything. If you want time, you must make it.

Self-laudation abounds among the unpolished, but nothing can stamp a man more sharply as ill-bred.

Pounds are the sons, not of pounds, but of pence.

In one family, all goes by two and two. If a member of it has any interest, he or she will confide it to some one other; but the rest know nothing. In another family, all feel what touches one; nothing is kept dark from the father and mother, brothers and sisters--all share. This family habit is by far the better, it strengthens the tie between the members, and makes the home one home.