Rejecting the miracles of Christ, we still have the miracle of Christ Himself.

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

Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

It may almost be held that the hope of commercial gain has done nearly as much for the cause of truth as even the love of truth.

We may learn from children how large a part of our grievances is imaginary. But the pain is just as real.

We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.

A failure establishes only this, that our determination to succeed was not strong enough.