We may be able to tell how many stars are in the Milky Way; we may be able to count the petals of every flower, and number the bones of every bird; but unless faith leads us to a deeper understanding, a more reverent comprehension of the significance of the universe, God can be no more pleased with our knowledge than the painter is pleased with the fly which touches his picture with its feelers, and sips the varnish from the surface, and dies without dreaming of the meaning, thought, feeling, embodied in the colors.

Culture is the habit of being pleased with the best and knowing why.

Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.

Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the following of that impulse.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

One truly affectionate soul in a family will evert a sweetening and harmonizing influence upon all its members.

There is a loftier ambition than merely to stand high in the world. It is to stoop down and lift mankind a little higher.