A weed is but an unloved flower.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

God, what a world, if men in street and mart felt that same kinship of the human heart which makes them, in the face of fire and flood, rise to the meaning of true brotherhood.

There is no language that love does not speak.

Change is the watchword of progression.

And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.

Many times I am asked why the suffering of animals should call forth more sympathy from me than the suffering of human beings; why I work in this direction of charitable work more than toward any other. My answer is that because I believe that this work includes all the education and lines of reform which are needed to make a perfect circle of peace and goodwill about the Earth.