You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.

It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.

Doubtless the world is quite right in a million ways; but you have to be kicked about a little to convince you of the fact.

Be what you are, and become what you are capable of becoming.

It is the history of our kindnesses that alone make this world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters . . . I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.

Give us courage and gaiety and the quient mind . . .