Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.

The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.

Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.