A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.

A juggler's skill hath been long years alearning.

Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.

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.

Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought.

Take the good with the evil, for ye all are pensioners of God, and none may choose or refuse the cup His wisdom mixeth.

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.