Not few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness of spirit.

A juggler's skill hath been long years alearning.

Happiness is a roadside flower growing on the highways of usefulness; plucked, it shall wither in thy hand; passed by, it is fragrance to thy spirit. Trample the thyme beneath thy feet; be useful, be happy.

Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, but that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil.

Spurn not a seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth.

Not few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness of spirit.

A man looketh on his little one as a being of better hope; in himself ambition is dead, but it bath a resurrection in his son.