THERE are joys which long to be ours.
In the morning, we carry the world like Atlas; at noon, we stoop and bend beneath it; and at night, it crushes us flat to the ground.
No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on proper occasions.
Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either.
To be a Christian is to obey Christ no matter how you feel.
No man is more cheated than the selfish man.