A man is a fool who sits looking backward from himself in the past. Ah, what shallow, vain conceit there is in man! Forget the things that are behind. That is not where you live. Your roots are not there. They are in the present; and you should reach up into the other life.

Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to be suggestions of that realm which is the home of the heart.

Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children.

A man never has good luck who has a bad wife.

Flowers . . . have a mysterious and subtle influence upon the feelings, not unlike some strains of music. They relax the tenseness of the mind. They dissolve its rigor.

Liberty is the soul's right to breathe and, when it cannot take a long breath, laws are girdled too tight.

Religion is using everything for God.