Heaven never defaults. The wicked are sure of their wages, sooner or later.

Why, man of idleness, labor has rocked you in the cradle, and nourished your pampered life; without it, the woven silk and the wool upon your bank would be in the shepherd's fold. For the meanest thing that ministers to human want, save the air of heaven, man is indebted to toil; and even the air, in God's wise ordination, is breathed with labor.

Some people habitually wear sadness, like a garment, and think it a becoming grace. God loves a cheerful worshipper.

Whatever you truly conceive of in the mind, is possible.

Through every rift of discovery some seeming anomaly drops out of the darkness, and falls, as a golden link into the great chain of order.

It is not enjoined upon us to forget, but we are told to forgive, our enemies.

All natural results are spontaneous. The diamond sparkles without effort, and the flowers open impulsively beneath the summer rain. And true religion is a spontaneous thing,--as natural as it is to weep, to love, or to rejoice.