May every soul that touches mine - be it the slightest contact - get there from some good; some little grace; one kindly thought; one aspiration yet unfelt; one bit of courage for the darkening sky; one gleam of faith to brave the thickening ills of life; one glimpse of brighter skies beyond the gathering mists - to make this life worthwhile.

I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.

A good solid bit of work lasts.

It's well known there's always two sides, if no more.

Selfish— a judgment readily passed by those who have never tested their own power of sacrifice.

Net the large fish and you are sure to have the small fry.

That golden sky, which was the doubly blessed symbol of advancing day and of approaching rest.