Whatever may be our condition in life, it is better to lay hold of its advantages than to count its evils.

Never does the human soul appear so strong as when it foregoes revenge, and dares to forgive an injury.

Life is a crucible. We are thrown into it and tried.

We have not the innocence of Eden; but by God's help and Christ's example we may have the victory of Gethsemane.

Not in achievement, but in endurance, of the human soul, does it show its divine grandeur and its alliance with the infinite.

Through every rift of discovery some seeming anomaly drops out of the darkness, and falls, as a golden link into the great chain of order.

What a proof of the Divine tenderness is there in the human heart itself, which is the organ and receptacle oft so many sympathies! When we consider how exquisite are those conditions by which it is even made capable of so much suffering--the capabilities of a child's heart, of a mother's heart,--what must be the nature of Him who fashioned its depths, and strung its chords.