There is a material advancement; we desire it. There is, also, a moral grandeur; we hold fast to it.

You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea. It is the cloud which thunders around everything that shines. Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats. Do no bother yourself about it; disdain. Keep your mind serene as you keep your life clear.

I see black light (his last words)

Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.

Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.