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

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.

When Fate wills that something should come to pass, she sends forth a million of little circumstances to clear and prepare the way.

Is beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?

Hint at the existence of wickedness in a light, easy, and agreeable manner, so that nobody’s fine feelings may be offended.

No particular motive for living, except the custom and habit of it.

Follow your honest convictions and be strong.

Friendship must never be buried under the weight of misunderstanding.

Our true nature is like a precious jewel: although it may be temporarily buried in mud, it remains completely brilliant and unaffected. We simply have to uncover it.

Most people die at age 25 and are buried at age 65.

I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I’m old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.

Your magic is too golden, too sky-opening, too hearts-bursting to be buried quietly away.

With work and life, your true depth can become an alien thing to you. Your gut feelings, your instincts become buried.

After traveling through fourteen foreign countries and appearing before all the royalty and nobility I have only one wish today. That is that when my eyes are closed in death that they will bury me back in that quiet little farm land where I was born.

Sometimes the world buries me but flowers can grow only from beneath.