In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful; and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift to all alike.

The beautiful must ever rest in the arms of the sublime. The gentle needs the strong to sustain it, as much as the rock-flowers need rocks to grow on, or the ivy the rugged wall which it embraces.

People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.

It would be an incalculable gain to domestic happiness, if people would begin the concert of life with their instruments tuned to a very low pitch: they who receive the most happiness are generally they who demand and expect the least.

...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

Get your evidences of grace by pressing forward to the mark, and not by groping with a lantern after the boundary lines.

We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves.