Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my bees." Golden were the hives, and golden was the honey; golden, too, the music, Where the honey-makers hummed among the trees.

One truly affectionate soul in a family will evert a sweetening and harmonizing influence upon all its members.

You never see the stock called Happiness quoted on the exchange.

Jazz: Music invented for the torture of imbeciles.

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars.

Look around for a place to sow a few seeds.

The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.