Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.

The mother loves her child most divinely, not when she surrounds him with comfort and anticipates his wants but when she resolutely holds him to the highest standards and is content with nothing less than his best.

He strains his conversation through a cigar.

Genius can do much, but even genius falls short of the actuality of a single human life.

The germs of all truth lie in the soul, and when the ripe moment comes, the truth within answers to the fact without as the flower responds to the sun, giving it form for heat and color for light.

The question for each man to settle is not what he would do if he had the means, time, influence and educational advantages, but what he will do with the things he has.

I do not believe that the deeper problems of living can ever be answered by the process of thought. I believe that life itself teaches us either patience with regard to them, or reveals to us possible solutions when our hearts are pressed close against duties and sorrows and experiences of all kinds.