“The sweetness of life lies in usefulness, like honey deep in the heart of a clover bloom.”

Life begins at eighty.

A good laugh overcomes more difficulties and dissipates more dark clouds than any other one thing.

In order to thoroughly enjoy anything, one must feel the absence of it at times.

Let’s be cheerful! We have no more right to steal the brightness out of the day for our own family than we have to steal the purse of a stranger.

It is the simple things of life that make living worthwhile, the sweet fundamental things such as love and duty, work and rest, and living close to nature.

Home is the nicest word there is.

I believe we would be happier to have a personal revolution in our individual lives and go back to simpler living and more direct thinking.

There’s no great loss without some small gain.

There is a spirit in every home, a sort of composite spirit composed of the thoughts and feelings of the members of the family as a composite photograph is formed of the features of different individuals.

People used to have time to live and enjoy themselves, but there is no time anymore for anything but work, work, work.

It is not the things you have that make you happy. It is love and kindness and helping each other and just plain being good.

The object of all education is to make folks fit to live.

Tact does for life just what lubricating oil does for machinery.

Money hasn’t any value of its own; it represents the stored up energy of men and women and is really just someone’s promise to pay a certain amount of that energy.

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.

Why should we need extra time in which to enjoy ourselves? If we expect to enjoy our life, we will have to learn to be joyful in all of it, not just at stated intervals when we can get time or when we have nothing else to do.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things. They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.

My heart beats for me, always has, but it waits for you.

I still see you in my dreams, teasing my feelings and damaging my heart.

Love is a choice our heart makes without our permission.

As my heart began to melt this is what your Emerald eyes do to me.

He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.

O Beloved of Hearts, I beseech only You. Have pity this day on those who turn to You. My Hope, my Rest, my Delight, this heart can love none other but You.