Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.

The tree is but a huge boquet.

I read for three things; first, to know what the world has done the last twenty-four hours, and is about to do today; second, for the knowledge that I specially want in my work; and third, for what will bring my mind into a proper mood.

Thorough selfishness destroys or paralyzes enjoyment. A heart made selfish by the contest for wealth is like a citadel stormed in war, utterly shattered.

That endless book, the newspaper, is our national glory.

Everything that happens in this world is a part of a great plan of God running through all time.