The meanest, most contemptible kind of praise is that which first speaks well of a man, and then qualifies it with a But.

Every green thing loves to die in bright colors. The vegetable cohorts march glowing out of the year in flaming dresses, as if to leave this earth were a triumph and not a sadness. It is never nature that is sad, but only we, that dare not look back on the past, and that have not its prophecy of the future in our bosoms.

God's sovereignty is not in His right hand; God's sovereignty is not in His intellect; God's sovereignty is in His love.

Every fresh act of benevolence is the herald of deeper satisfaction; every charitable act a stepping-stone towards heaven.

All the wide world is but the husbandry of God for the development of the one fruit-man.

There is an army of waiters in this world.

What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.