Time is a trust, and for every minute of it you will have to account.
Don’t be afraid of showing affection. Be warm and tender, thoughtful and affectionate. Men are more helped by sympathy than by service. Love is more than money, and a kind word will give more pleasure than a present.
Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.
The important thing is not so much that every child should be taught, as that every child should be given the wish to learn.
Our duty is to believe that for which we have sufficient evidence, and to suspend our judgment when we have not.
How little our libraries cost us as compared with our liquor cellars.
All those who love Nature she loves in return, and will richly reward, not perhaps with the good things, as they are commonly called, but with the best things of this world-not with money and titles, horses and carriages, but with bright and happy thoughts, contentment and peace of mind.
Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.
We often hear of people breaking down from overwork, but in nine out of ten they are really suffering from worry or anxiety.
Reading and writing, arithmetic and grammar do not constitute education, any more than a knife, fork and spoon constitute a dinner.
Many a blessing has been recognized too late.
A crowd is not necessarily company, but neither need it necessarily prevent thought or disturb peace of mind.
We profit little by books we do not enjoy.
Exercise of the muscles keeps the body in health, and exercise of the brain brings peace of mind.
Happy indeed is the naturalist: to him the seasons come round like old friends; to him the birds sing: as he walks along, the flowers stretch out from the hedges, or look up from the ground, and as each year fades away, he looks back on a fresh store of happy memories.
We must be careful what we read, and not, like the sailors of Ulysses, take bags of wind for sacks of treasure.
Fresh air is as good for the mind as for the body. Nature always seems trying to talk to us as if she had some great secret to tell. And so she has.
A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. C. S. LEWIS, Out of the Silent Planet True pleasures are paid for in advance; false pleasures afterwards, with heavy and compound interest.