Physically, man is but an atom in space, and a pulsation in time. Spiritually, the entire outward universe receives significance from him, and the scope of his existence stretches beyond the stars.

Death is a great revealer of what is in a man, and in its solemn shadow appear the naked lineaments of the soul.

If one's conscience be dead as a stone, it is as heavy too.

Conscience is its own readiest accuser.

Man was sent into the world to be a growing and exhaustless force. The world was spread out around him to be seized and conquered. Realms of infinite truth burst open above him, inviting him to tread those shining coasts along which Newton dropped his plummet, and Herschel sailed,--a Columbus of the skies.

Some souls are ennobled and elevated by seeming misfortunes, which then become blessings in disguise.

It is as bad to clip conscience as to clip coin; it is as bad to give a counterfeit statement as a counterfeit bill.