What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
There's no glory like those who save their country.