Impatience never commanded success.

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.

No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.

It is not death to have the body called back to the earth, and dissolved into its kindred elements, and mouldered to dust, and, it may be, turn to daisies, in the grave. But it is death to have the soul paralyzed, its inner life quenched, its faculties dissipated; that is death.

The more we sympathize with excellence, the more we go out of self, the more we love, the broader and deeper is our personality.

In some way the secret vice exhales its poison; and the evil passion, however cunningly masked, stains through to the surface.

Certainly, truth should be strenuous and bold; but the strongest things are not always the noisiest, as any one may see who compares scolding with logic.