A man that has lost moral sense is like a man in battle with both of his legs shot off: he has nothing to stand on.

Now comes the mystery.

Home should be the center of joy, equatorial and tropical.

The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.

If a man meets with injustice, it is not required that he shall not be roused to meet it; but if he is angry after he has had time to think upon it, that is sinful. The flame is not wrong, but the coals are.

The ignorant classes are the dangerous classes.

Do not be troubled because you have not great virtues. God made a million spears of grass where He made one tree. The earth is fringed and carpeted, not with forests, but with grasses. Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero or a saint.