We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes.

Our notion of the perfect society embraces the family as its center and ornament, and this paradise is not secure until children appear to animate and complete the picture.

Our friends interpret the world and ourselves to us, if we take them tenderly and truly.

A government, for protecting business only, is but a carcass, and soon falls by its own corruption and decay.

Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well.