Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

Leisure is gone,--gone where the spinning-wheels are gone, and the pack-horses, and the slow wagons, and the peddlers, who brought bargains to the door on sunny afternoons.

So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.

There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.

Receptiveness is a rare and massive power, like fortitude.

We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born.

To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.