The city an epitome of the social world. All the belts of civilization intersect along its avenues. It contains the products of every moral zone. It is cosmopolitan, not only in a national, but a spiritual sense.

The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool.

Impatience never commanded success.

Life is a problem. Not merely a premiss from which we start, but a goal towards which we proceed. It is an opportunity for us not merely to get, but to attain; not simply to have, but to be. Its standard of failure or success is not outward fortune, but inward possession.

The temptation is not here, where you are reading about it or praying about it. It is down in your shop, among bales and boxes, ten-penny nails, and sand-paper.

Conscience is its own readiest accuser.

A great many men - some comparatively small men now - if put in the right position, would be Luthers and Columbuses.