A Morning Prayer The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man; help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces, let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day. Bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.

To avoid an occasion for our virtues is a worse degree of failure than to push forward pluckily and make a fall.

If a man lives to any considerable age, it can not be denied that he laments his imprudences, but I notice he often laments his youth a deal more bitterly and with a more genuine intonation.

Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.

It's a pleasant thing to be young, and have ten toes.

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

To cast in it with Hyde was to die a thousand interests and aspirations.