We must have passed through life unobservantly, if we have never perceived that a man is very much himself what he thinks of others.

We strain hardest for things which are almost but not quite within our reach.

The music of the Gospel leads us home.

Kind words are the music of the world.

Many a friendship - long, loyal, and self-sacrificing - rested at first upon no thicker a foundation than a kind word.

Nobody is kind to only one person at once, but to many persons in one.

Each hour comes with some little faggot of God's will fastened upon its back.