Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

There is no slave out of heaven like a loving woman; and of all loving women, there is no such slave as a mother.

If a man has come to that point where he is no content that he says; I do not want to know any more, or do any more or be any more, he is in a state in which he ought to be changed into a mummy.

Very few men acquire wealth in such a manner as to receive pleasure from it.

A grindstone that had not grit in it, how long would it take to sharpen an ax? And affairs that had not grit in them, how long would they take to make a man?

That state of mind in which a man is impressed with invisible things is faith.

Love is the river of life in this world.