There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better; nobler; holier than it knows now.

Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.

It is not the going out of port, but the coming in, that determines the success of a voyage.

Flattery is praise insincerely given for an interested purpose.

Every man should keep a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.

When a man's pride is subdued it's like the sides of Mount Aetna. It was terrible during the eruption, but when that is over and the lava is turned into soil, there are vineyards and olive trees which grow up to the top.

When our children die, we drop them into the unknown, shuddering with fear. We know that they go out from us, and we stand, and pity, and wonder. If we receive news, that a hundred thousand dollars had been left them by some one dying, we should be thrown into an ecstasy of rejoicing; but when they have gone home to God, we stand, and mourn, and pine, and wonder at the mystery of Providence.