A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.

Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of His mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought - the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for heaven.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.