As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.

Love is not getting, but giving; It is goodness, and honor, and peace and pure living.

Genius is talent set on fire by courage.

Faith is an adventure; it is the courage of the soul to face the unknown. But that courage springs from the hope and confidence of the soul that its adventure will succeed.

Look around for a place to sow a few seeds.

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

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.