Every child's birthright is a happy home.

... Love is heaven and claims its own.

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.

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

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

Creative genius is a divinely bestowed gift which is the coronation of the few.

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