Really don't choose every day from the harvest you experience but from the seeds you plant.

The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish..

We look for some reward of our endeavors and are disappointed that not success, not happiness, not even peace of conscience, crowns our ineffectual e….

Ice and iron cannot be welded..

O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!.

There is certainly some chill and arid knowledge to be found upon the summits of formal and laborious science; but it is all round about you, and for….

Keep busy at something: a busy person never has time to be unhappy..

There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last..

When Christ came into my life, I came about like a well-handled ship..

We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series..

Do not write merely to be understood. Write so you cannot possibly be misunderstood..

Dogs live with man as courtiers 'round a monarch, steeped in the flattery of his notice ... to push their favor in this world of pickings and caresse….

Had be been Shakespeare, he would then have written Troilus and Cressidato brand the offending sex; but being only a little dog, he began to bite the….

When I was a boy, I was a bit puzzled, and hardly knew weather it was myself or the world that was curious and worth looking into. Now I know that it….

There is a certain frame of mind to which a cemetery is, if not an antidote, at least an alleviation. If you are in a fit of the blues, go nowhere el….

To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life..

I am in the habit of looking not so much to the nature of a gift as to the spirit in which it is offered..

In the harsh face of life faith can read a bracing gospel..

Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with the stars to see, Bread I ….

Anyone can carry their burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do their work, however hard, for one day..

Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought poss….