If we really believed that those who are gone from us were as truly alive as ourselves, we could not invest the subject with such awful depth of gloom as we do. If we could imbue our children with distinct faith in immortality, we should never speak of people as dead, but passed into another world. We should speak of the body as a cast-off garment, which the wearer had outgrown; consecrated indeed by the beloved being that used it for a season, but of no value within itself.

You find yourself refreshed in the presence of cheerful people. Why not make an honest effort to confer that pleasure on others? Half the battle is gained if you never allow yourself to say anything gloomy.

Happiness consists not in having much, but in wanting no more than you have.

Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father.

No music is so pleasant to my ears as that word-father.

So easy it is to see the errors of past ages, so difficult to acknowledge our own!

Love is the divine quality that everywhere produces and restores life. To each and every one of us, it gives the power of working miracles if we will.