The still youthful energies of the globe have only to be directed in their proper channel.

The three-o'-clock in the morning courage, which Bonaparte thought was the rarest.

Our hymn-books resound with a melodious cursing of God and enduring Him forever.

All this worldly wisdom was once the unamiable heresy of some wise man.

It is strange to talk of miracles, revelations, inspiration, and the like, as things past, while love remains.

If you will not try, you will go to your grave with your song still inside you.

But the place which you have selected for your camp, though never so rough and grim, begins at once to have its attractions, and becomes a very centre of civilization to you: "Home is home, be it never so homely."