Man's liberty ends, and it ought to end, when that liberty becomes the curse of its neighbors.

Little self-denials, little honesties, little passing words of sympathy, little nameless acts of kindness, little silent victories over favorite temptations-these are the silent threads of gold which, when woven together, gleam out so brightly in the pattern of life that God approves.

If ever I want to amuse myself with an idiot, I have not far to look for one. I laugh at myself.

Man's liberty ends, and it ought to end, when that liberty becomes the curse of its neighbors.

We often do more good by our sympathy than by our labors. A man may lose position, influence, wealth, and even health, and yet live on in comfort, if with resignation; but there is one thing without which life becomes a burden--that is human sympathy.

Seneca brings vividly before us a picture of the various scholars assembled in a school of the philosophers.

The decision of such judges as Claudius and his Senate is worth very little in the question of a man's innocence or guilt; but the sentence was that Seneca should be banished to the island of Corsica.