The look of a king is itself a deed.
Laughing cheerfulness throws the light of day on all the paths of life.
What a father says to his children is not heard by the world, but it will be heard by posterity.
Repetition is the mother of education.
We learn our virtues from our friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection.
The last, best fruit which comes to late perfection, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness toward the hard, forbearance toward the unforbearing, warmth of heart toward the cold, philanthropy toward the misanthropic.