October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

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.

Be a hard master to yourself - and be lenient to everybody else.

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

Good men are not those who now and then do a good act, but men who join one good act to another.

The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.