Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.
It is not well for a man to pray cream and live skim milk.
Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
Never excuse yourself.
That was a judicious mother who said, "I obey my children for the first year of their lives, but ever after I expect them to obey me.
When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted.