Half of the secular unrest and dismal, profane sadness of modern society comes from the vain ideas that every man is bound to be a critic for life.

Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.

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

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

Happiness is inward, and not outward; and so, it does not depend on what we have, but on what we are.

Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.

The birth of Jesus is the sunrise in the Bible.