What mankind wants is not talent; it is purpose.

Kindness like light speaks in the air it gilds.

Men who make money rarely saunter; men who save money rarely swagger.

The heart of a girl is like a convent--the holier the cloister, the more charitable the door.

Toil to some is happiness, and rest to others. This man can only breathe in crowds, and that man only in solitudes.

The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have to penetrate the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet.

Evening is the delight of virtuous age; it seems an emblem of the tranquil close of busy life--serene, placid, and mild, with the impress of its great Creator stamped upon it; it spreads its quiet wings over the grave, and seems to promise that all shall be peace beyond it.