Affliction is but the shadow of God's wing.

The possession of wealth is, as it were, prepayment, and involves an obligation of honor to the doing of correspondent work.

As no scripture is of private interpretation, so is there no feeling in a human heart which exists in that heart alone - which is not, in some form or degree, in every human heart.

Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.

Fear is faithlessness.

What distressed me most - more even than my own folly - was the perplexing question, How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near?

Anything big enough to occupy our minds is big enough to hang a prayer on.