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

We give our best affections to the beautiful, only our second best to the useful.

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

A book should be luminous not voluminous.

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

A failure establishes only this, that our determination to succeed was not strong enough.

The small courtesies sweeten life; the greater ennoble it.