Is there anything so wretched as to look at a man of fine abilities doing nothing?

Death makes a beautiful appeal to charity. When we look upon the dead form, so composed and still, the kindness and the love that are in us all come forth.

The church-bells of innumerable sects are all chime-bells to-day, ringing in sweet accordance throughout many lands, and awaking a great joy in the heart of our common humanity.

Pure felicity is reserved for the heavenly life; it grows not in an earthly soil.

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.

However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.

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.