Learn the sweet magic of a cheerful face.
And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
In the spring,
Let them smile, as I do now,
At the old forsaken bough
Where I cling.
To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
Don't be 'consistent,' but be simply true.
Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
Beware how you take away hope from another human being.
Some people are so heavenly minded that they are no earthly good.
Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.
I think that, as life is action and passion, it is required of a man that he should share the passion and action of his time at peril of being judged not to have lived.
To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve.
Why can't somebody give us a list of things that everybody thinks and nobody says, and another list of things that everybody says and nobody thinks?
Truth, when not sought after, rarely comes to light.
Most people are willing to take the Sermon on the Mount as a flag to sail under, but few will use it as a rudder by which to steer.
Don't flatter yourselves that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. On the contrary, the nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become.
The mind of a bigot to the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts.
Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend.
Have the courage to act instead of react.
To obtain a man's opinion of you, make him mad.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.
Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.
What refuge is there for the victim who is oppressed with the feeling that there are a thousand new books he ought to read, while life is only long enough for him to attempt to read a hundred?
I firmly believe that if the whole material medica, as now used, could be sunk to the bottom of the sea, it would be better for mankind-and all the worse for the fishes.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends