Those Clouds Are Angels' Robes.

The Men Whom I Have Seen Succeed Best In Life Always Have Been Cheerful And Hopeful Men; Who Went About Their Business With A Smile On Their Faces; And Took The Changes And Chances Of This Mortal Life Like Men; Facing Rough And Smooth Alike As It Came.

Let Us Ask Ourselves Seriously And Honestly, 'what Do I Believe After All? What Manner Of Man Am I After All? What Sort Of Show Would I Make After All, If The People Around Me Knew My Heart And All My Secret Thoughts?" What Sort Of Show Then Do I Already Make In The Sight Of Almighty God, Who Sees Every Man Exactly As He Is?'

Some Say That The Age Of Chivalry Is Past, That The Spirit Of Romance Is Dead. The Age Of Chivalry Is Never Past, So Long As There Is A Wrong Left Unredressed On Earth.

You Are Not Very Good If You Are Not Better Than Your Best Friends Imagine You To Be.

What Is The Commonest, And Yet The Least Remembered Form Of Heroism? The Heroism Of An Average Mother. Ah! When I Think Of That Broad Fact I Gather Hope Again For Poor Humanity, And This Dark World Looks Bright, This Diseased World Looks Wholesome To Me Once More, Because, Whatever Else It Is Or Is Not Full Of, It Is At Least Full Of Mothers.