Life is a crucible. We are thrown into it and tried.

Mercy. That is the gospel. The whole of it in one word.

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

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

A thousand wheels of labor are turned by dear affections, and kept in motion by self-sacrificing endurance; and the crowds that pour forth in the morning and return at night are daily procession of love and duty.

There is less misery in being cheated than in that kind of wisdom which perceives, or thinks it perceives, that all mankind are cheats.

There is such a thing as honest pride and self-respect.