A patient, humble temper gathers blessings that are marred by the peevish and overlooked by the aspiring.

We do not compromise our own faith by admitting the honesty of another's doubt.

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.

Many a man who might walk over burning ploughshares into heaven stumbles from the path because there is gravel in his shoes.

Physically, man is but an atom in space, and a pulsation in time. Spiritually, the entire outward universe receives significance from him, and the scope of his existence stretches beyond the stars.

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

The individual and the race are always moving, and as we drift into new latitudes new lights open in the heaven more immediately over us.