Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is an unconscious memory of the lost Paradise. It is the sense that even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.

It is better to burn the candle at both ends, and in the middle, too, than to put it away in the closet and let the mice eat it.

Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.

If all the skies were sunshine Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence, To break the endless song If life were always merry, Our souls would seek relief, And rest from weary laughter In the quiet arms of grief.

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

There is a loftier ambition than merely to stand high in the world. It is to stoop down and lift mankind a little higher.

Those who would see wonderful things must often be ready to travel alone.