Those old ages are like the landscape that shows best in purple distance, all verdant and smooth, and bathed in mellow light.

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

Influence is exerted by every human being from the hour of birth to that of death.

Under the shadow of earthly disappointment, all unconscious to ourselves, our Divine Redeemer is walking by our side.

The weak sinews become strong by their conflict with difficulties.

There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel. There is an autumnal fitness when age gives up the ghost; and when the saint dies there is a tearful victory.

In the history of man it has been very generally the case that when evils have grown insufferable they have touched the point of cure.