There are persons so radiant, so genial, so kind, so pleasure-bearin g, that you instinctively feel in their presence that they do you good; whose coming into a room is like bringing a lamp there.

The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.

Selfishness is that detestable vice which no one will forgive in others, and no one is without himself.

A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track-an inch between wreck and smooth-rolling prosperity.

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

A man without mirth is like wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it turns.

A man's ledger does not tell what he is, or what he is worth. Count what is in man, not what is on him, if you would know what he is worth-whether rich or poor.