Plants grow most in the darkest hours preceding dawn; so do human souls. Nature always pays for a brave fight. Sometimes she pays in strengthened moral muscle, sometimes in deepened spiritual insight, sometimes in a broadening, mellowing, sweetening of the fibres of character,—but she always pays.

Love, in the divine alchemy of life, transmutes all duties into privileges, all responsibilities into joys.

We carry our house plants from one window to another to give them the proper heat, light, and moisture. Should we not be at least as careful of ourselves?

There are times when a man should be content with what he has but never with what he is

Happiness is the soul's joy in the possession of the intangible.

Life is a state of constant radiation and absorption; to exist is to radiate; to exist is to be the recipient of radiations.

If there is a little sand in the sugar of home happiness, it really seems better to concentrate on the sweetness that remains than to carry around samples of the grit in envelopes of conversational confidence.