Everyone has conscience enough to hate; few have religion enough to love.
If you have only two or three things that you can enjoy and they are things which time and decay may remove from you, what are you going to do in old age?
The diameter of each day is measured by the stretch of thought - not by the rising and setting of the sun.
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
No man can tell another his faults so as to benefit him, unless he loves him.
Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.