I thank you, God, in Heaven, for friends.

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

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.

My own opinion is that youthfulness of feeling is retained, as is youthfulness of appearance, by constant use of the intellect.

Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.

Books have been to me what gold is to the miser, what new fields are to the explorer.

Our daughters are the most precious of our treasures, the dearest possessions of our homes and the objects of our most watchful love.