He was of an impressible nature, and lived a great deal in other people's opinions and feelings concerning himself.

It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.

One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!

Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.

He was one of those men, and they are not the commonest, of whom we can know the best only by following them away from the marketplace, the platform, and the pulpit, entering with them into their own homes, hearing the voice with which they speak to the young and aged about their own hearthstone, and witnessing their thoughtful care for the everyday wants of everyday companions, who take all their kindness as a matter of course, and not as a subject for panegyric.

These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.