Christ saw much in this world to weep over, and much to pray over: but he saw nothing in it to look upon with contempt.

Truth is the root, but human sympathy is the flower of practical life.

The sluices of the grog-shop are fed from the wine-glasses in the parlor, and there is a lineal descent from the gentleman who hiccoughs at his elegant dinner-table to the sot who makes a bed of the gutter.

God's work is freedom. Freedom is dear to his heart. He wishes to make man's will free, and at the same time wishes it to be pure, majestic, and holy.

It is those who make the least display of their sorrow who mourn the deepest.

No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.