Music is the language spoken by angels.

Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing.

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.

Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.

Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it.

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.