Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.

Fine old Christmas, with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in the noblest fashion, and had set off his rich gifts of warmth and color with all the heightening contrast of frost and snow.

Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.

The poverty of our imagination is no measure of say the world's resources. Our posterity will no doubt get fuel in ways that we are unable to devise for them.

Education was almost entirely a matter of luck — usually of ill-luck — in those distant days.

There is nothing I should care more to do, if it were possible, than to rouse the imagination of men and women to a vision of human claims in those races of their fellow-men who most differ from them in customs and beliefs.

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.