Calmness is the cradle of power..

The man who loves home best, and loves it most unselfishly, loves his country best..

Whatever of true glory has been won by any nation of the earth; whatever great advance his been made by any nation in that which constitutes a high C….

Poet, forger of ideals, dreamer among the possibilities of life, prophet of the millenium, do you get impatient with the prosaic life around you -- t….

Assertion of truths known and felt, promulgation of truth from the high platform of truth itself, declaration of faith by the mouth of moral convicti….

The moment that law is destroyed, liberty is lost, and men, left free to enter upon the domains of each other, destroy each other's rights, and invad….

Scholarship, save by accident, is never the measure of a man's power..

Wants keep pace with wealth always..

The most beautiful sight this earth affords is a man or woman so filled with love that duty is only a name, and its performance the natural outflow a….

Joys divided are increased..

We work and that is godlike..

The sweetest type of heaven is home - nay, heaven is the home for whose acquisition we are to strive the most strongly. Home, in one form and another….

Nothing so obstinately stands in the way of all sorts of progress as pride of opinion. While nothing is so foolish and baseless..

If you want learning, you must work for it..

The temple of art is built of words. Painting and sculpture and music are but the blazon of its windows, borrowing all their significance from the li….

What is the little one thinking about? Very wonderful things, no doubt; Unwritten history! Unfathomed mystery! Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and ….

Play may not have so high a place in the divine economy, but is has as legitimate a place as prayer..

The hammer and the anvil are the two hemispheres of every true reformer's character..

Wealth is the least trustworthy of anchors..

Fiction is most powerful when it contains most truth; and there is little truth we get so true as that which we find in fiction..

Blessed is that man who knows his own distaff and has found his own spindle..