I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging the future but by the past.

My only hobby is laziness, which naturally rules out all others.

No one is completely unhappy at the failure of his best friend.

And finds with keen, discriminating sight, Black's not so black--nor white so very white.

Conscience is thoroughly well-bred and soon leaves off talking to those who do not wish to hear it.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

We learn simply by the exposure of living. Much that passes for education is not education at all but ritual. The fact is that we are being educated when we know it least.

A message prepared in the mind reaches a mind; a message prepared in a life reaches a life.

The closer I'm bound in love to you, the closer I am to free.

There is no reason to repeat bad history.

There's not a whole lot of new atoms out there.

It is hard to tell if a man is telling the truth when you know you would lie if you were in his place.

If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he lucky?

Tragedy and comedy are but two aspects of what is real, and whether we see the tragic or the humorous is a matter of perspective.

Men talk as if victory were something fortunate. Work is victory.

The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried,... still displays the self- reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee,--are all with thee!

Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.

Feast of the Conversion of Paul God, though present everywhere, has His special residence, as being a pure Spirit, in our minds -- "In Him we live, and move, and have our being". He is somewhere in the recesses of our soul, in the springs of our existence, a light in that mysterious region of our nature where the wishes, feelings, thoughts, and emotions take their earliest rise. The mind is a sanctuary, in the center of which the Lord sits enthroned, the lamp of consciousness burning before Him.

Her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.