The boy gathers materials for a temple, and then when he is thirty, concludes to build a woodshed.

Did you ever hear of a man who had striven all his life faithfully and singly towards an object, and in no measure obtained it? If a man constantly aspires, is he not elevated? Did ever a man try heroism, magnanimity, truth, sincerity, and find that there was no advantage in them,--that it was a vain endeavor?

The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate.

In proportion as our inward life fails, we go more constantly and desperately to the post office. You may depend on it, that the poor fellow who walks away with the greatest number of letters, proud of his extensive correspondence, has not heard from himself this long while.

We are happy in proportion to the things we can do without.

When you travel to the Celestial City, carry no letter of introduction. When you knock, ask to see God,--none of the servants.

In an unjust society the only place for a just man is prison.