Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.

Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs ...and then cackles.

When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.

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.

That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.

Flowers may beckon todwards us, but they speak todward heaven and God.

Repentance is another name for aspiration.