“Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.”

A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.

Repentance is another name for aspiration.

In the family, happiness is in the ratio in which each is serving the others, seeking one another’s good, and bearing one another’s burdens.

The meanest thing in the world is the devil.

A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.

The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.

True obedience is true freedom.

Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

It is not in the nature of true greatness to be exclusive and arrogant.

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.

Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.

Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page

Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.

A man who does not know how to be angry, does not know how to be good. Now and then a man should be shaken to the core with indignation over things evil.

The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret of outward success.

The past is not dead; it is not even past. People live on inner time; the moment in which a decisive thought or feeling takes place can be at any time. Timeless feelings are common to all of us.

He lives as if death will never come to him, but he dies as if he had never been born.

I thought I was fast but it turns out I’m dead.

Don’t you dare die on me, Bob! I’ll freakin’ kill you if you die!

Since death will take us anyway, why live our life in fear? Why not die in our old ways and be free to live?

But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.

If each dead person became a ghost, there’d be more than 100 billion of them haunting us all. Creepy, but cool.

I’d rather be dead than singing “Satisfaction” when I’m forty-five.