Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

Children are God's Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

The story of any one man's real experience finds its startling parallel in that of every one of us.

Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?

Silence is sorrow's best food.