It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.

The stream of passing years is like a river with people being carried along in the current. Some are swept along, protesting, fighting all the way, trying to swim back up the stream, longing for the shores that they have passed, clutching at anything to retard their progress, frightened by the onward rush of the strong current and in danger of being overwhelmed by the waters. Others go with the current freely, trusting themselves to the buoyancy of the water.

There is nothing wrong with God's plan that man should earn his bread by the sweat of his brow.

We must get rid of the habit of classing all women together politically and thinking of the 'woman's vote' as one and indivisible.

The true way to live is to enjoy every moment as it passes, and surely it is in the everyday things around us that the beauty of life lies.

Every job is good if you do your best and work hard. A man who works hard stinks only to the ones that have nothing to do but smell.

A good laugh overcomes more difficulties and dissipates more dark clouds than any other one thing.