Miracle is the pet child of faith.

Ye great teachers: listen to what you say!

Know'st thou yesterday, its aim and reason? Work'st thou will today for worthier things? Then calmly wait the morrow's hidden season, And fear thou not, what hap soe'er it brings

He is happy as well as great who needs neither to obey nor to command in order to be something.

The way you see people is the way you treat them, and the way you treat them is what they become.

With little wit and ease to suit them, They whirl in narrow circling trails, Like kittens playing with their tails.

The day is committed to error and floundering; success and achievement are matters of long range.