It may often be noticed, the less virtuous people are, the more they shrink away from the slightest whiff of the odour of un-sanctity. The good are ever the most charitable, the pure are the most brave.

Now, I have nothing to say against uncles in general. They are usually very excellent people, and very convenient to little boys and girls.

there is nothing so absolute as the tyranny of weakness.

The man who does his work, any work, conscientiously, must always be in one sense a great man.

our right or wrong use of money is the utmost test of character, as well as the root of happiness or misery, throughout our whole lives.

We never know through what Divine mysteries of compensation the great Father of the universe may be carrying out His sublime plan; but those three words, "God is love" ought to contain, to every doubting soul, the solution of all things.

To have loved and lost, either by that total disenchantment which leaves compassion as the sole substitute for love which can exist no more, or by the slow torment which is obliged to let go day by day all that constitutes the diviner part of love - namely, reverence, belief, and trust, yet clings desperately to the only thing left it, a long-suffering apologetic tenderness - this lot is probably the hardest any woman can have to bear.