Truth is poetry; it is the grandest poetry.

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

The conservative may clamor against reform, but he might as well clamor against the centrifugal force. He sighs for the "good old times,"--he might as well wish the oak back into the acorn.

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.

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

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

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.