It's but little good you'll do a-watering the last year's crops

Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.

Speech may be barren; but it is ridiculous to suppose that silence is always brooding on a nestful of eggs.

Does any one suppose that private prayer is necessarily candid--necessarily goes to the roots of action! Private prayer is inaudible speech, and speech is representative: who can represent himself just as he is, even in his own reflections?

There is hardly any mental misery worse than that of having our own serious phrases, our own rooted beliefs, caricatured by a charlatan or a hireling.

... we all know the wag's definition of a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the square of the distance.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.