The smack of California earth shall linger on the palate of your grandson.
I believe in an ultimate decency of things.
A child should always say what’s true, And speak when he is spoken to, And behave mannerly at table: At least as far as he is able.
Extreme busyness, whether at school or college, kirk or market, is a symptom of deficient vitality.
Some places speak distinctly. Certain dark gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwreck.
Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them.
Our affections and beliefs are wiser than we; the best that is in us is better than we can understand; for it is grounded beyond experience, and guides us, blindfold but safe, from one age on to another.
The friendly cow, all red and white, I love with all my heart; She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart.
Being happy enables you to be free from domination by the outside world.
If you would grow great and stately, You must try to walk sedately.
Things looked at patiently from one side after another generally end by showing a side that is beautiful.
A great part of life consists of contemplating what we cannot cure.
Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by.
To love playthings well as a child, to lead an adventurous and honorable youth, and to settle when the time arrives, into a green and smiling age, is to be a good artis en life and deserve well of yourself and your neighbor.
It is not enough to be ready to go where duty calls. A man should stand around where he can hear the call!
Benjamin Franklin went through life an altered man because he once paid too dearly for a penny whistle. My concern springs usually from a deeper source, to wit, from having bought a whistle when I did not want one.
He who has learned to love an art or science has wisely laid up riches against the day of riches.
And this shall be for music when no one else is near, The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear! That only I remember, that only you admire, Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying, Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now, Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying, My heart remembers how!
I know what happiness is, for I have done good work.