Pride is the master sin of the devil, and the devil is the father of lies.

The loss of fortune to a true man is but the trumpet challenge to renewed exertion, not the thunder stroke of destruction.

The individual and the race are always moving, and as we drift into new latitudes new lights open in the heaven more immediately over us.

The night comes for the purpose of checking our busy employment, and introducing an interval of repose between the links of our action and our aspiration. It draws its dim curtain around the field of toil. It buries the objects of our handiwork in darkness, and involves them with uncertainty. It comes to the relief of the exhausted body and the tired brain. Our powers, harmonizing with the diurnal revolutions of the earth, fail with the failing light, and a merciful Providence casts around us this mantle of shadow, and snatches us from our occupation.

Home is the seminary of all other institutions.

There is such a thing as honest pride and self-respect.

The angels may have wider spheres of action, may have nobler forms of duty; but right with them and with us is one and the same thing.