What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

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

Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart Are still, and we no longer entertain Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions, But God alone speaks to us and we wait In singleness of heart that we may know His will, and in the silence of our spirits, That we may do His will and do that only

Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.