WE begin to die not in our sense or extremities, but in our divine faculties.

As long as I have the friendship of the sesasons life will never be a burden to me.

We have need to be as sturdy pioneers still as Miles Standish, or Church, or Lovewell. We are to follow on another trail, it is true, but one as convenient for ambushes. What if the Indians are exterminated, are not savages as grim prowling about the clearings today?

When you knock, ask to see God — none of the servants.

However, our fates at least are social. Our courses do not diverge; but as the web of destiny is woven it is fulled, and we are cast more and more into the centre. Men naturally, though feebly, seek this alliance, and their actions faintly foretell it.

I should consider it a greater success to interest one wise and earnest soul, than a million unwise and frivolous.

Nature is slow, but sure; she works no faster than need be; she is the tortoise that wins the race by her perseverance.