Politeness is the flower of humanity.
We find little in a book but what we put there. But in great books, the mind finds room to put many things.
Attention is like a narrow mouthed vessel; pour into it what you have to say cautiously, and, as it were, drop by drop.
The evening of life brings with it its lamps.
Superstition is the only religion of which base souls are capable of.
Before you use a fancy word, make room for it.