Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

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.

The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.

It is with charity as with money--the more we stand in need of it, the less we have to give away.

Loss of sincerity is loss of vital power.

Hope is the best part of our riches.

What is taken from the fortune, also, may haply be so much lifted from the soul. The greatness of a loss, as the proverb suggests, is determinable, not so much by what we have lost, as by what we have left.