Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it.

There is no true and abiding morality that is not founded in religion.

When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted.

It is the triumph of civilization that at last communities have obtained such a mastery over natural laws that they drive and control them. The winds, the water, electricity, all aliens that in their wild form were dangerous, are now controlled by human will, and are made useful servants.

Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.

A man without mirth is like wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it turns.

The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.