A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the instrument has lost its strings, or is out of tune, it does not follow that the musician has lost his skill.

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.