Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children.

It is not when the cable lies coiled up on the deck that you know how strong or how weak it is; it is when it is put to the test.

Love is the wine of existence.

It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature.

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.