Life is a long lesson in humility.

Life and death, the child and the mother, are ever meeting as the one draws into harbour and the other sets sail. They exchange a bright "All's well" and pass on.

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

See," he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.

Never will I expect the best. Always will I accept the worst.