Man was sent into the world to be a growing and exhaustless force. The world was spread out around him to be seized and conquered. Realms of infinite truth burst open above him, inviting him to tread those shining coasts along which Newton dropped his plummet, and Herschel sailed,--a Columbus of the skies.

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

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.

Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth - the true poet is very near the oracle.

Each thing lives according to its kind; the heart by love, the intellect by truth, the higher nature of man by intimate communion with God.

There is but a slight difference between the man who may be said to know nothing and him who thinks he knows everything.

Never does the human soul appear so strong as when it foregoes revenge, and dares to forgive an injury.