It would be a great thing if people could be brought to realize that they can never add to the sum of their happiness by doing wrong.

Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.

What we see depends mainly on what we look for.

A day of worry is more exhausting than a week of work.

Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.

We often hear of people breaking down from overwork, but in nine out of ten they are really suffering from worry or anxiety.

Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.

In this world we do not see things as they are. We see them as we are, because what we see depends mainly on what we are looking for.

A Cheerful friend is like a sunny day, which sheds its brightness on all around.

The important thing is not so much that every child should be taught, as that every child should be given the wish to learn.

However vexed you may be overnight, things will often look very different in the morning.

We are given talent but we choose to have character.

Jesse Jackson is a leader and a teacher who can open our hearts and open our minds and stir our very souls.

Those emotive theorists who said that the function of moral utterance was to evince emotion would... have been correct if they had substituted the indefinite for the definite article.

They gave me star treatment when I was making a lot of money. But I was just as good when I was poor.

I think everybody ought to be allowed to be engaged in athletics at whatever level the audience will accept.

I have always felt as though I needed a weapon against evil.

The more uncomfortable I feel, that's where I know the magic is.

In London, before I set out, I had paid one shilling; another was now demanded, so that upon the whole, from London to Richmond, the passage in the stage costs just two shillings.

You don't love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you can understand.

Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.