The unmerciful man is most certainly an unblessed man. His sympathies are all dried up; he is afflicted with a chronic jaundice, and lives timidly and darkly in a little, narrow rat-hole of distrust.

There are daily martyrdoms occurring of more or less self-abnegation, and of which the world knows nothing.

It is difficult to believe that a true gentleman will ever become a gamester, a libertine, or a sot.

The weak sinews become strong by their conflict with difficulties.

There have been men who could play delightful music on one string of the violin, but there never was a man who could produce the harmonies of heaven in his soul by a one-stringed virtue.

The angels may have wider spheres of action, may have nobler forms of duty; but right with them and with us is one and the same thing.

Not in achievement, but in endurance, of the human soul, does it show its divine grandeur and its alliance with the infinite.