Life itself suggests a higher good than life itself can yield.

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

It is not enjoined upon us to forget, but we are told to forgive, our enemies.

The soul, like the body, acquires vigor by the exercise of all its faculties. In the midst of the world, in overcoming difficulties, in conquering selfishness, indolence, and fear--in all the occasions of duty, it employs, and reveals by employing, energies that render it efficient and robust--that broaden its scope, adjust its powers, and mature it with a rich experience.

Death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life.

Public feeling now is apt to side with the persecuted, and our modern martyr is full as likely to be smothered with roses as with coals.

Impatience dries the blood sooner than age or sorrow.