All we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

Have thy tools ready. God will find thee work.

I do not see why we should not be as just to an ant as to a human being.

Three fishers went sailing away to the west,/ Away to the west as the sun went down.

There are more ways of killing a cat than choking it with cream.

Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.

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.