If men had wings and bore black feathers, Few of them would be clever enough to be crows.

Sharp men, like sharp needles, break easy, though they pierce quick.

A man that has lost moral sense is like a man in battle with both of his legs shot off: he has nothing to stand on.

Expedients are for an hour, but principles are for the ages. Just because the rains descend and winds blow, we cannot afford to build on shifting sands.

Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith. We should live for the future, and yet should find our life in the fidelities of the present; the last is only the method of the first.

He who only does not appreciate floral beauty is to be pitied like any other man who is born imperfect. It is a misfortune not unlike blindness.

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.