No virtue fades out of mankind. Not over-hopeful by inborn temperament, cautious by long experience, I yet never despair of human virtue.

For a thousand years no king in Christendom has shown such greatness or given so high a type of manly virtue.

That which is called liberality is frequently nothing more than the vanity of giving.

Pride is both a virtue and a vice.

Every rose is an autograph from the hand of the Almighty God on this world about us. He has inscribed His thoughts in these marvelous hieroglyphics which sense and science have been these many thousand years seeking to understand.

It is not from the tall crowded workhouse of prosperity that men first or clearest see the eternal stars of heaven.

Truth never yet fell dead in the streets; it has such affinity with the soul of man, the seed however broadcast will catch somewhere and produce its hundredfold.