Out of politics comes more uproar than progress. It is indeed surprising how little, comparatively, this noisy department of human affairs contributes to the world's prosperity. Political commotions upon the grandest scale, political events of astounding suddenness, political characters of the greatest ability, abound, but still, permanent results are rare, and we look in vain for a measure of public good corresponding in extent to the hideous rout which ushers it in. Progress but turns upon its pillow, and goes to sleep again.

In one important respect a man is fortunate in being poor. His responsibility to God is so much the less

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

All good writing leaves something unexpressed.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

How like a railway tunnel is the poor man's life, with the light of childhood at one end, the intermediate gloom, and only the glimmer of a future life at the other extremity!

We should round every day of stirring action with an evening of thought. We learn nothing of our experience except we muse upon it.