Is there not in every human soul a primitive spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world and immortal in the next, which can be developed by goodness, kindled, lit up, and made to radiate, and which evil can never entirely extinguish.

If you look in the eyes of the young, you see flame. If you look in the eyes of the old, you see light.

The sunshine was delightful, the foliage gently astir, more from the activity of birds than from the breeze. One gallant little bird, doubtless lovelorn, was singing his heart out at the top of a tall tree.

A criminal remains a criminal whether he uses a convict's suit or a monarch's crown.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

What makes night within us may leave stars.

Be happy without picking flaws.