Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero nor a saint.

The tree is but a huge boquet.

The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.

It is part and parcel of every man's life to develop beauty in himself. All perfect things have in them an element of beauty.

A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.

We are never ripe till we have been made so by suffering.

Love is the wine of existence.