Truth, for its own sake, had never been a virtue with the Roman clergy.

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

Madame Nature allows no dangerous classes, in the modern sense. She has, doubtless for some wise reason, no mercy for the weak. She rewards each organism according to its works; and if anything grows too weak or stupid to take care of itself, she gives it its due deserts by letting it die and disappear.

Look at the bow in the cloud, in the very rain itself. That is a sign that the sun, though you cannot see it, is shining still -- that up above beyond the cloud is still sunlight and warmth and cloudless blue sky.

If you wish to be like a little child, study what a little child could understand — nature; and do what a little child could do — love.

If you do anything above party, the true hearted ones of all parties sympathize with you.

There's no use doing a kindness if you do it a day too late.