There is no slave out of heaven like a loving woman; and of all loving women, there is no such slave as a mother.
Home should be the center of joy, equatorial and tropical.
God's men are better than the devil's men, and they ought to act as though they thought they were.
The mystery of history is an insoluble problem.
It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.
A babe is a mother's anchor.