This is the essential evil of vice: it debases a man.

The church-bells of innumerable sects are all chime-bells to-day, ringing in sweet accordance throughout many lands, and awaking a great joy in the heart of our common humanity.

The productions of the press, fast as steam can make and carry them, go abroad through all the land, silent as snowflakes, but potent as thunder. It is an additional tongue of steam and lightning, by which a man speaks his first thought, his instant argument or grievance, to millions in a day.

For soon, very soon do men forget Their friends upon whom Death's seal is set.

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.

Setting is preliminary to brighter rising; decay is a process of advancement; death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life.

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