We are the slaves of objects around us, and appear little or important according as these contract or give us room to expand.

Fret not over the irretrievable, but ever act as if thy life were just begun.

Let no one be like another, yet everyone like the highest. How is this done? Be each one perfect in himself.

A joy shared is a joy doubled.

Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.

We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.

Perseverance is a silent power that grows irresistibly greater with time.