In Any Event, A Truth That Disheartens,

Brave Old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly Flowers, Stocks! For Even As The Field-flowers, From Which A Trifle, A Ray Of Beauty, A Drop Of Perfume, Divides Them, They Have Charming Names, The Softest In The Language; And Each Of Them, Like Tiny, Art-less Ex-votos, Or Like Medals Bestowed By The Gratitude Of Men, Proudly Bears Three Or Four.

The Thoughts You Think Will Irradiate You As Though You Are A Transparent Vase.

Above All, Let Us Never Forget That An Act Of Goodness Is In Itself An Act Of Happiness. It Is The Flower Of A Long Inner Life Of Joy And Contentment; It Tells Of Peaceful Hours And Days On The Sunniest Heights Of Our Soul.

Justice Is The Very Last Thing Of All Wherewith The Universe Concerns Itself. It Is Equilibrium That Absorbs Its Attention.

There Comes No Adventure But Wears To Our Soul The Shape Of Our Everyday Thoughts.