Newspapers are to the body politic what arteries are to the human body, their function being to carry blood and sustenance and repair to every part of the body.

When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted.

Many men build as cathedrals are built-the part nearest the ground finished, but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.

If a man cannot be a Christian in the place where he is, he cannot be a Christian anywhere.

Refinement that carries us away from our fellow-men is not God's refinement.

The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.

Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it.