Modest egotism is the salt of conversation; you do not want too much of it, but if it is altogether omitted, everything tastes flat.

Love is the heart s immortal thirst to be completely known and all forgiven.

Hymns of today that may be sung by people who know the thought of the age...are not afraid that any truth of science will destroy Christianity, or any revolution will overthrow the Kingdom of Heaven.

What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

Jazz: Music invented for the torture of imbeciles.

What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us.

There is a loftier ambition than merely to stand high in the world. It is to stoop down and lift mankind a little higher.

The restless, deep, dividing sea that flows and foams from shore to shore calls to its sunburned chivalry push out, set sail, explore!

Be grateful for the tiny details of your life an make room for unexpected and beautiful blessings.

This is the gospel of labour, ring it, ye bells of the kirk! The Lord of Love came down from above, to live with the men who work. This is the rose that He planted, here in the thorn-curst soil: Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.

There is only one way to get ready for immortality, and that is to love this life and live it as bravely and faithfully and cheerfully as we can.

Oh, to those bereft of hope
Sleep is the only blessing left -- the last
Asylum of the weary, the one sign
Of pity from impenetrable heaven.

In love and friendship, small, steady payments on a gold basis are better than immense promissory notes.

Natural beauty and wonder are priceless heirlooms which God has bestowed upon our nation. How shall we escape the contempt of the coming generation if we suffer this irreplaceable heritage to be wasted?

Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul,
May keep the path, but will not reach the goal;
While he who walks in love may wander far,
Yet God will bring him where the blessed are.

Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul.

Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.

Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise.

Use what talents you possess, the woods will be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.

Genius is talent set on fire by courage.