It is a friendly heart that has plenty of friends.

Those we love can but walk down to the pier with us - the voyage we must make alone.

To see a young couple loving each other is no wonder; but to see an old couple loving each other is the best sight of all.

We pass by common objects or persons without noticing them; but the keen eye detects and notes types everywhere and among all classes.

Which, I wonder, brother reader, is the better lot, to die prosperous and famous, or poor and disappointed? To have, and to be forced to yield; or to sink out of life, having played and lost the game? That must be a strange feeling, when a day of our life comes and we say, 'To-morrow, success or failure won't matter much; and the sun will rise, and all the myriads of mankind go to their work or their pleasure as usual, but I shall be out of the turmoil.'

There are many sham diamonds in this life which pass for real, and vice versa.

You can't order remembrance out of the mind; and a wrong that was a wrong yesterday must be a wrong to-morrow.