O, Do Not Pray For Easy Lives.

Happiness Is The Natural Flower Of Duty.

Character Cannot Be Made Except By A Steady, Long-continued Process.

Only The Soul That With An Overwhelming Impulse And A Perfect Trust Gives Itself Up Forever To The Life Of Other Men, Finds The Delight And Peace Which Such Complete Self-surrender Has To Give.

Everything Keeps Its Best Nature Only By Being Put To Its Best Use.

Greatness After All, In Spite Of Its Name, Appears To Be Not So Much A Certain Size As A Certain Quality In Human Lives. It May Be Present In Lives Whose Range Is Very Small.