Contentment is not happiness. An oyster may be contented. Happiness is compounded of richer elements.

Discretion is the salt, and fancy the sugar of life; the one preserves, the other sweetens it.

It may almost be held that the hope of commercial gain has done nearly as much for the cause of truth as even the love of truth.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

It is seldom that we find out how great are our resources until we are thrown upon them.

A mother is the best friend God ever gave.

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.