The man who does his work, any work, conscientiously, must always be in one sense a great man.

What comfort there is in a cheerful spirit! how the heart leaps up to meet a sunshiny face, a merry tongue, an even temper, and a heart which either naturally, or, what is better, from conscientious principle, has learned to take all things on their bright side, believing that the Giver of life being all-perfect Love, the best offering we can make to Him is to enjoy to the full what He sends of good, and bear what He allows of evil!

If I had to write a book, I could not find anything in the world worth saying - as is indeed the case with many voluminous authors.

Down in the deep, up in the sky , I see them always, far or nigh, And I shall see them till I die The old familiar faces.

One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.

We never discover the value of things till we have lost them.

For truly, the greatest of all external blessings is it to be able to lean your heart against another heart, faithful, tender, true, and tried, and record with a thankfulness that years deepen instead of diminishing, "I have got a friend!"