When one doors closes, another door opens.

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

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet.

I have found out that though the ways in which I can make myself useful are few, yet the work open to me is endless.

...our enjoyment of the great works of literature depends more upon the depth of our sympathy than upon our understanding.

If we do not like our work, and do not try to get happiness out of it, we are a menace to our profession as well as to ourselves.

I prefer to stroll which has a buddy at nighttime, than by itself inside the light.