Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul.

What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us.

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

There is no personal charm so great as the charm of a cheerful temperament.

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

The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour, In darkness, and beyond thy power. Behind its unreturning line, The vanished hour, no longer thine: One hour alone is in thy hands,- The NOW on which the shadow stands.

Tact is the unsaid part of what you think.