Writing is thinking on paper.

The greater the truth the greater the libel.

Always leave loved ones with loving words, it may be the last time you see them.

Two men look out a window. One sees mud, the other sees the stars.

Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes.

The interior journey of the soul from the wilds of sin into the enjoyed presence of God is beautiful. Ransomed men need no longer pause in fear to the Holy of Holies. God wills that we should push on into His presence and live our whole life there.

We find comfort among those who agree with us-- growth among those who don't.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man. When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.

While we read history we make history.

A father in a canoe in which his baby is seated walks more carefully than on land.

Life can be seen through your eyes but it is not fully appreciated until it is seen through your heart.

Even a broken clock is right twice a day, but you wouldn't go scheduling your day by it would you? Then by the same token don't put too much faith in science.

The world rewards the appearance of merit oftener than merit itself.

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him.

And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end: and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.

Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them And show the heavens more just.

To believe your own thought, to believe that that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men,-that is genius. -Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Oh, father's gone to market-town, he was up before the day, And Jamie's after robins, and the man is making hay, And whistling down the hollow goes the boy that minds the mill, While mother from the kitchen door is calling with a will, "Polly!--Polly!--The cows are in the corn! Oh, where's Polly?"