How often a new affection makes a new man! The sordid, cowering soul turns heroic. The frivolous girl becomes the steadfast martyr of patience and ministration, transfigured by deathless love. The career of bounding impulses turns into an anthem of sacred deeds.

Truth is new, as well as old. It has new forms; and where you may find a new statement, an earnest statement, you may conclude that by the law of progress it is more likely to be a correct statement than that which has been repeated for ages by the lips of tradition.

The downright fanatic is nearer to the heart of things than the cool and slippery disputant.

The creed of a true saint is to make the best of life, and to make the most of it.

Man gains wider dominion by his intellect than by his right arm. The mustard-seed of thought is a pregnant treasury of vast results. Like the germ in the Egyptian tombs its vitality never perishes; and its fruit will spring up after it has been buried for long ages.

Goodness consists not in the outward things we do, but in the inward thing we are.

An aged Christian, with the snow of time upon his head, may remind us that those points of earth are whitest which are nearest to heaven.