On the day long after childhood when I suddenly heard of his death, the sky grew dark above my head. I was walking on a Southern highway, and a friend driving in a pony carriage passed me, stopped and said, "Have you heard that Charles Dickens is dead?" It was as if I had been robbed of one of my dearest friends.

Not always the fanciest cake that's there Is the best to eat!

Self-complacen cy is fatal to progress.

In home life contentment is an essential to daily comfort. One discontented person in the house creates an atmosphere fatal to tranquillity.

The people who dream are very often the people who see, and dreaming and seeing precede doing.

Mind does dominate body. We are superior to the house in which we dwell.

Love is like fire, a dangerous thing to play with, although the best of friends and the most loyal of servants when rightly handled.