How futile are words in the ears of those who mourn.

Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind.

The fearful are caught as often as the bold.

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.

We betray ourselves into smallness when we think the little choices of each day are trivial.

Happiness cannot come from without. It must come from within. It is not what we see and touch or that which others do for us which makes us happy; it is that which we think and feel and do, first for the other fellow and then for ourselves.

What is the use of such terrible diligence as many tire themselves out with, if they always postpone their exchange of smiles with Beauty and Joy to cling to irksome duties and relations?