“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.”

“Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.”

“We all of us complain of the shortness of time, saith Seneca, and yet have much more than we know what to do with. Our lives, says he, are spent either in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing ...”

“There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.”

“The ways of heaven are dark and intricate;Puzzled in mazes, and perplext with errors.”

“There is nothing which we receive with so much reluctance as advice.”

“If you have money, power, and status today, it is due to the century and place in which you were born, to your talents and capacities and health, none of which you earned. In short, all your resour...”

“Life is but a Weaving (the Tapestry Poem)My life is but a weavingBetween my God and me.I cannot choose the colorsHe weaveth steadily.Oft times He weaveth sorrow;And I in foolish prideForget He sees...”

“My dear Keats go on, don't despair, collect incidents, study characters, read Shakespeare and trust in Providence.”