We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.

What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity.

Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.

I think cheerfulness is a fortune in itself.

Go forward with joyful confidence.

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.

I not only want to be loved, I want to be told that I'm loved.