“If there is no love more in yonder heart, it is but a corpse unburied.”

Life is a mirror: if you frown at it, it frowns back; if you smile, it returns the greeting.

An immense percentage of snobs, I believe, is to be found in every rank of this mortal life.

A fool can no more see his own folly than he can see his ears.

A cheerful look brings joy to the heart.

Life without laughing is a dreary blank.

People hate as they love, unreasonably.

Life is soul’s nursery- its training place for the destinies of eternity.

Dare and the world always yields; or if it beats you sometimes, dare it again and it will succumb.

Except for the young or very happy, I can’t say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create anger where we never meant harm; and these thoughts are the thorns in our cushion.

A good laugh is sunshine in the house.

It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.

Kindness is very indigestible. It disagrees with very proud stomachs.

Successful people aren’t born that way. They become successful by establishing the habit of doing things unsuccessful people don’t like to do. The successful people don’t always like these things themselves; they just get on and do them.

Bad husbands will make bad wives.

You can’t order remembrance out of the mind; and a wrong that was a wrong yesterday must be a wrong to-morrow.

A seed has to get buried in the soil for its real form as a plant to emerge. Only through modesty and humility can we grow. Pride and conceit will only destroy us. Live with the firm attitude, ‘I am everyone’s servant.’ Then the whole universe will bow down to us.

Doctors bury their mistakes, but mine are still on scholarship.

But assuredly Fortune rules in all things; she raised to eminence or buries in oblivion everything from caprice rather than from well-regulated principle.

Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man’s field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.

Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.

You have no idea how life-giving it is to find around one a youth that agrees not to bury one on the spot.