There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.

Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Even a dog knows the difference between being kicked and being stumbled over.

The best servant does his work unseen.

Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.