Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.

Make up your mind to be happy.

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.

But that is the object of long living, that man should cease to care about life.

Am I no a bonny fighter?

There is an idea abroad among moral people that they should make their neighbors good. One person I have to make good: Myself. But my duty to my neighbor is much more nearly expressed by saying that I have to make him happy if I may.