Common sense, alas in spite of our educational institutions, is a rare commodity.

We should round every day of stirring action with an evening of thought. We learn nothing of our experience except we muse upon it.

Some one called Sir Richard Steele the "vilest of mankind," and he retorted with proud humility, "It would be a glorious world if I were.

We may learn from children how large a part of our grievances is imaginary. But the pain is just as real.

Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers.

Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.

Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.