Excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness.

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

How like a railway tunnel is the poor man's life, with the light of childhood at one end, the intermediate gloom, and only the glimmer of a future life at the other extremity!

Pure motives do not insure perfect results.

The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it. [a predisposition to notice the beautiful, in everything.]

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

To death we owe our life; the passing of one generation opens a way for another.