That was a judicious mother who said, "I obey my children for the first year of their lives, but ever after I expect them to obey me.

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.

The dog is the god of frolic.

Thinking cannot be clear until it has had expression-we must write, or speak, or act our thoughts, or they will remain in half torpid form. Our feelings must have expression, or they will be as clouds, which, till they descend in rain, will never bring up fruit or flowers. So it is with all the inward feelings; expression gives them development-thought is the blossom; language is the opening bud; action the fruit behind it.

Everyone has influence, for good or bad, upon others.

The superfluous blossoms on a fruit tree are meant to symbolize the large way God loves to do pleasant things.

There is no such thing as white lies; a lie is as black as a coalpit, and twice as foul.