The trees bathed their great heads in the waves of the morning, while their roots were planted deep in gloom; save where on the borders of the sunshine broke against their stems, or swept in long streams through their avenues, washing with brighter hue all the leaves over which it flowed; revealing the rich brown of the dacayed leaves and fallen pine-cones, and the delicate greens of the long grasses and tiny forests of moss that covered the channel over which it passed in the motionless rivers of light.

Trust to God to weave your thread into the great web, though the pattern shows it not yet.

All things are possible with God, but all things are not easy.

A man must learn to love his children, not because they are his, but because they are children, else his love will be scarcely a better thing at last than the party-spirit of the faithful politician.

It needs brains to be a real fool.

A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.

We are not made for law, we are made for love.