Art is unquestionably one of the purest and highest elements in human happiness. It trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life.
We may sit in our library and yet be in all quarters of the earth.
The whole value of solitude depends upon oneself; it may be a sanctuary or a prison, a haven of repose or a place of punishment, a heaven or a hell, as we ourselves make it.
In truth, people can generally make time for what they choose to do; it is not really the time but the will that is wanting.
If we are ever in doubt what to do, it is a good rule to ask ourselves what we shall wish on the morrow that we had done.
When we have done our best, we should wait the result in peace.
If we succeed in giving the love of learning, the learning itself is sure to follow.
I cannot, however, but think that the world would be better and brighter if our teachers would dwell on the Duty of Happiness as well as the Happiness of Duty; for we ought to be as cheerful as we can, if only because to be happy ourselves is a most effectual contribution to the happiness of others.
A day of worry is more exhausting than a week of work.
What we see depends mainly on what we look for.
However vexed you may be overnight, things will often look very different in the morning.
Time is a trust, and for every minute of it you will have to account.