Man blames fate for other accidents but feels personally responsible for a hole-in-one.

Let echo, too, perform her part, Prolonging every note with art; And in a low expiring strain, Play all the comfort o'er again.

The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase; if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.

Commemoration of Samuel & Henrietta Barnett, Social Reformers, 1913 & 1936 I am not what I ought to be. I am not what I want to be. I am not what I hope to be. But still, I am not what I used to be. And by the grace of God, I am what I am.

My philosophy of life is that if we make up our mind what we are going to make of our lives, then work hard toward that goal, we never lose -- somehow we win out

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.

Patiently bear the burden of poverty.

True friendship is like sound health, the value of it is seldom known until it be lost.

To generalize is to be an idiot. To particularize is the alone distinction of merit. General knowledge are those knowledge that idiots possess.

Competence, like truth, beauty and contact lenses, is in the eye of the beholder.

Families with babies and families without are so sorry for each other.

I believe God is managing affairs and that He doesn't need any advice from me. With God in charge, I believe everything will work out for the best in the end. So what is there to worry about.

I felt bad because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet.

There was never law, or set, or opinion did so much magnify goodness, as the Christian religion doth.

Tenderness is a virtue.

We love orthodoxy. It is good. It is the best. It is the clean, clear cut teaching of God's Word, the trophies won by truth in its conflict with error, the levees which faith has raised against the desolating floods of honest or reckless misbelief or unbelief; but orthodoxy, clear and hard as crystal, suspicious and militant, may be but the letter well shaped, well named, and well learned, the letter which kills. Nothing is so dead as a dead orthodoxy -- too dead to speculate, too dead to think, to study, or to pray.

To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade; Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.

God and the Doctor we alike adore But only when in danger, not before; The danger o'er, both are alike requited, God is forgotten, and the Doctor slighted.

The difference between an optimist and a pessimist? An optimist laughs to forget, but a pessimist forgets to laugh.