It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.

No man can tell another his faults so as to benefit him, unless he loves him.

You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.

A babe is a mother's anchor.

Sorrow is Mount Sinai. If one will, one may go up and talk with God, face to face.

If any man is rich and powerful he comes under the law of God by which the higher branches must take the burnings of the sun, and shade those that are lower; by which the tall trees must protect the weak plants beneath them.

Nature holds an immense uncollected debt over every man's head.