Please do not take counsel of women who are so prejudiced that, as I once heard said, they would not allow a male grasshopper to chirp on their lawn; but out of your own great heart, refuse to set an example to such folly.

I finally concluded that all failure was from a wobbling will rather than a wobbling wheel.

If I am asked to explain why I learned the bicycle I should say I did it as an act of grace, if not of actual religion.

This seems to be the law of progress in everything we do; it moves along a spiral rather than a perpendicular; we seem to be actually going out of the way, and yet it turns out that we were really moving upward all the time.

Wanted: More Praise I cannot help believing that the world will be a better and a happier place when people are praised more and blamed less; when we utter in their hearing the good we think and also gently intimate the criticisms we hope may be of service. For the world grows smaller every day. It will be but a family circle after a while.

In externals we advance with lightening express speed, in modes of thought and sympathy we lumber on in stage-coach fashion.

She who succeeds in gaining the mastery of the bicycle will gain the mastery of life.