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

Whatever you truly conceive of in the mind, is possible.

Profaneness is a brutal vice. He who indulges in it is no gentleman.

Some people habitually wear sadness, like a garment, and think it a becoming grace. God loves a cheerful worshipper.

Can you conceive of anything that so represents the glory, and truth, and marvelousness of God's nature as the idea of peace?

Down below all the crust of human conceptions, of human ideas, Christ sank an artesian well into a source of happiness so pure and blessed that even yet the world does not believe in it.

Not only is music a beautiful and sublime science, the study of which ennobles and purifies the mind of its votary, but how many and excellent are its ministries to others!