Wherever is love and loyalty, great purposes and lofty souls, even though in a hovel or a mine, there is fairyland.

What is the commonest, and yet the least remembered form of heroism? The heroism of an average mother. Ah! when I think of that broad fact I gather hope again for poor humanity, and this dark world looks bright, this diseased world looks wholesome to me once more, because, whatever else it is or is not full of, it is at least full of mothers.

Nothing is so infectious as example.

There will be no true freedom without virtue, no true science without religion, no true industry without the fear of God and love to your fellow citizens.

O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee!

If you want to be miserable, think about yourself, about what you want, what you like, what respect people ought to pay you and what people think of you.

A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can trust utterly, who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults.