There is no royal road to anything. One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.

To labor rightly and earnestly is to walk in the golden track that leads to God. It is to adopt the regimen of manhood and womanhood. It is to come into sympathy with the great struggle of humanity toward perfection. It is to adopt the fellowship of all the great and good the world has ever known.

We live in the future. Even the happiness of the present is made up mostly of that delightful discontent which the hope of better things inspires.

Communion is the law of growth, and homes only thrive when they sustain relations with each other.

The choicest thing this world has for a man is affection.

The soul, like the body, lives by what it feeds on.

It is the life in literature that acts upon life.