The beauty of work depends upon the way we meet it — whether we arm ourselves each morning to attack it as an enemy that must be vanquished before night comes, or whether we open our eyes with the sunrise to welcome it as an approaching friend.

If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

That larger vision is certain to make clear the value in our own lives of service to others.

A man may make a misanthrope of himself, but he is never one by nature.

We might all place ourselves in one of two ranks the women who do something, and the women who do nothing; the first being of course the only creditable place to occupy.

Some of us must wait for the best human gifts until we come to heavenly places. Our natural desire for musical utterance is perhaps a prophecy that in a perfect world we shall all know how to sing.

There is something in the place where we were born that holds us always by the heart-strings.