When we work, let us work cheerfully; when we play, let us play with our whole hearts.

In this simple rule lies the secret of the youth that endures long after the hair is white and the Delectable Mountains are in sight.
There is no habit of more fungus-like growth than that of melancholy, yet many good people give way to it.

Some Christians go through this life as if it were indeed a vale of tears, and they, having been put in it without their consent were determined to make the worst of a bad bargain, and to be as wretched as opportunity would allow.

How much better to consider this very good world as a garden, whose beauty depends largely upon our individual exertions to make it fair.

We may cultivate and enjoy the flowers, or let them become so overrun with underbrush that the blossoms are smothered and hidden under the dank growth of the evil-smelling and common weeds.
Said a clergyman to one of his depressed and downcast parishioners: "My friend, your religion does not seem to agree with you." Only a few chapters back I quoted from the Apostle of Cheerfulness--Dr.Holmes--that most quotable of men.