I never know how to worship until I know how to love.

Trouble teaches men how much there is in manhood.

If men had wings and bore black feathers, Few of them would be clever enough to be crows.

Love is not a possession but a growth. The heart is a lamp with just oil enough to burn for an hour, and if there be no oil to put in again its light will go out. God's grace is the oil that fills the lamp of love.

He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.

October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors.

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.