The influences that really make and mar human happiness are beyond the reach of the law. The law can keep neighbors from trespassing, but it cannot put neighborly courtesy and goodwill into their relations.
We forge gradually our greatest instrument for understanding the world - introspection. We discover that humanity may resemble us very considerably - that the best way of knowing the inwardness of our neighbors is to know ourselves.
Originality is nothing but judicious imitation. The most original writers borrowed one from another. The instruction we find in books is like fire. We fetch it from our neighbor's, kindle it at home, communicate it to others, and it becomes the property of all.
If one should give a neighbor a dish of sand and tell him there were particles of iron in it, he might feel for them with his finger in vain. But let the neighbor take a magnet and sweep through the sand, and the iron would be attracted to that magnet - particles, invisible to the eye a moment before, would be gathered by the magnet. The unthankful heart, like a finger in the sand, discovers no mercies. But let the thankful heart sweep through the day, and as the magnet finds the iron, so finds it every moment some blessings-only the iron in God's sand is more precious than anything on the earth.
What is Love? It's silence when your words would hurt, It's patience when your neighbor's curt, It's defense when the scandal flows, It's thoughtfulness for another's woes, It's promptness when stern duty calls, It's courage when misfortune falls.