He who hunts for flowers will finds flowers; and he who loves weeds will find weeds.

Every man carries a menagerie in himself; and, by stirring him up all around, you will find every sort of animal represented there.

It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.

Happiness is not the end of life: character is.

Flowers are sent to do God's work in unrevealed paths, and to diffuse influence by channels that we hardly suspect.

Good men are not those who now and then do a good act, but men who join one good act to another.

Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.