I finally concluded that all failure was from a wobbling will rather than a wobbling wheel.

Wanted: More Praise I cannot help believing that the world will be a better and a happier place when people are praised more and blamed less when we utter in their hearing the good we think and also gently intimate the criticisms we hope may be of service. For the world grows smaller every day. It will be but a family circle after a while.

Every woman who vacates a place in the teachers' ranks and enters an unusual line of work, does two excellent things: she makes room for someone waiting for a place and helps to open a new vocation for herself and other women.

We must choose. Be a child of the past with all its crudities and imperfections, its failures and defeats, or a child of the future, the future of symmetry and ultimate success.

If women can organize missionary societies, temperance societies, and every kind of charitable organization... why not permit them to be ordained to preach the Gospel and administer the sacraments of the Church?

Our age is pre-eminently the age of sympathy, as the eighteenth century was the age of reason. Our ideal men and women are they, whose sympathies have had the widest culture, whose aims do not end with self, whose philanthropy, though centrifugal, reaches around the globe.

God is action - let us be like God.

In externals we advance with lightening express speed, in modes of thought and sympathy we lumber on in stage-coach fashion.

This seems to be the law of progress in everything we do it moves along a spiral rather than a perpendicular we seem to be actually going out of the way, and yet it turns out that we were really moving upward all the time.