Where did you come from baby dear? Out of the Everywhere into here.
I do not write for children, but for the childlike, whether of five, or fifty, or seventy-five.
Age is not all decay it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.
To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.
Few delights can equal the presence of one whom we trust utterly.
Who can give a man this, his own name?
The principle part of faith is patience.
It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen.
Obedience is the opener of eyes.
However strange it may well seem, to do one's duty will make any one conceited who only does it sometimes. Those who do it always would as soon think of being conceited of eating their dinner as of do...
The more I work with the body, keeping my assumptions in a temporary state of reservation, the more I appreciate and sympathize with a given disease. The body no longer appears as a sick or irrational...
The best preparation for the future is the present well seen to, and the last duty done.
Timely service like timely gifts is doubled in value.
It was not a bed with curtains, but a bed with doors like shutters. This may not seem like a nice way of having a bed, but we would all be glad of the wooden curtains about us at night if we lived in...
With every morn my life afresh must breakThe crust of self, gathered about me fresh;That thy wind-spirit may rush in and shakeThe darkness out of me, and rend the meshThe spider-devils spin out of the...
Love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Therefore all that is not beautiful in the beloved, all that comes between and is not of love's kind, mu...
To have what we want is riches but to be able to do without is power.
The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks, and rubbing phosphorescences out of the walls, and blowing our own breath in our own nostr...
Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly.
Attitudes are more important than facts.