There's a young man hid with me, in comparison with which young man I am a Angel. That young man hears the words I speak. That young man has a secret way pecooliar to himself, of getting at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver.

Houses were knocked down; streets broken through and stopped; deep pits and trenches dug in the ground; enormous heaps of earth and clay thrown up; buildings that were undermined and shaking, propped by great beams of wood. In short, the yet unfinished and unopened Railroad was in progress.

That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.

[She wasn't] a logically reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts may count in heaven as high as heads.

Hours are golden links--God's tokens reaching heaven.

Most men unconsciously judge the world from themselves, and it will be very generally found that those who sneer habitually at human nature, and affect to despise it, are among its worst and least pleasant samples.

I must do something or I shall wear my heart away.