Very Few People Love Others For What

Happy Is It, Indeed, For Me That My Heart Is Capable Of Feeling The Same Simple And Innocent Pleasure As The Peasant Whose Table Is Covered With Food Of His Own Rearing, And Who Not Only Enjoys His Meal, But Remembers With Delight The Happy Days And Sunny Mornings When He Planted It, The Soft Evenings When He Watered It, And The Pleasure He Experienced In Watching Its Daily Growth.

If You Live Criticizing People, You Won't Have Time To Love Them.

The Close And Thoughtful Observer More And More Learns To Recognize His Limitations. He Realizes That With The Steady Growth Of Knowledge More And More New Problems Keep On Emerging.

Never Let A Day Pass Without Looking At Some Perfect Work Of Art, Hearing Some Great Piece Of Music And Reading, In Part, Some Great Book.

We Should Know Mankind Better If We Were Not So Anxious To Resemble One Another.