A bird in a cage is not half a bird.

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.

It is not well for a man to pray cream and live skim milk.

Reason can tell how love affects us, but cannot tell what love is.

Whoever makes home seem to the young dearer and more happy, is a public benefactor.

In the morning, we carry the world like Atlas; at noon, we stoop and bend beneath it; and at night, it crushes us flat to the ground.

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