As ships meet at sea a moment together, when words of greeting must be spoken, and then away upon the deep, so men meet in this world; and I think we should cross no man's path without hailing him, and if he needs giving him supplies.

Home should be the center of joy, equatorial and tropical.

Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it. Grim care, moroseness, anxiety,--all this rust of life, ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. It is better than emery. Every man ought to rub himself with it. A man without mirth is like a wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it runs.

Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.

The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.

Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.

Each book has a secret history of ways and means.