It is a rare and difficult attainment to grow old gracefully and happily.

Childhood itself is scarcely more lovely than a cheerful, kindly, sunshiny old age.

A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.

Do not make children cross-eyed, by having hair hang about their foreheads, where they see it continually.

We first crush people to the earth, and then claim the right of trampling on them forever, because they are prostrate.

Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father.