Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.
The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.
One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.
All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.
The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.