Home should be the center of joy, equatorial and tropical.

The mystery of history is an insoluble problem.

It is a bitter thought to an avaricious spirit that by and by all these accumulations must be left behind. We can only carry away from this world the flavor of our good or evil deeds.

Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.

The religion that fosters intolerance needs another Christ to die for it.

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.

Every fresh act of benevolence is the herald of deeper satisfaction; every charitable act a stepping-stone towards heaven.