The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.

In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fiber of memory that can be touched to gentle issues.

The most powerful movement of feeling with a liturgy is the prayer which seeks for nothing special, but is a yearning to escape from the limitations of our own weakness and an invocation of all Good to enter and abide with us.

Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.

In the first moments when we come away from the presence of death, every other relation to the living is merged, to our feeling, in the great relation of a common nature and a common destiny.

That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own wrong-doing.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.