...it is so silly of people to fancy that old age means crookedness and witheredness and feebleness and sticks and spectacles and rheumatism and forgetfulness! It is so silly! Old age has nothing whatever to do with all that. The right old age means strength and beauty and mirth and courage and clear eyes and strong painless limbs.

Real good-breeding is independent of the forms and refinements of what has assumed to itself the name of society.

Anything large enough for a wish to light upon, is large enough to hang a prayer upon.

To try too hard to make people good is one way to make them worse. The only way to make them good is to be good, remembering well the beam and the mote.

Division has done more to hide Christ from the view of men than all the infidelity that has ever been spoken.

But when we are following the light, even its extinction is a guide.

You must learn to be strong in the dark as well as in the day, else you will always be only half brave.