The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.

A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; while we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell. We live a while in Boston, and then a while in New York, and then, perhaps, turn up at Cincinnati. Scarcely any body with us is living where they expect to live and die. The man that dies in the house he was born in is a wonder. There is something pleasant in the permanence and repose of the English family estate, which we, in America, know very little of.

The human heart yearns for the beautiful in all ranks of life. The beautiful things that God makes are His gift to all alike. I know there are many of the poor who have fine feeling and a keen sense of the beautiful, which rusts out and dies because they are too hard pressed to procure it any gratification.

A ship is a beauty and a mystery wherever we see it.

The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.

Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call.

Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.