We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.

"Do not fear! Heaven is as near," He said, "by water as by land!"

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.