The one great poem of New England is her Sunday.

If a man has come to that point where he is no content that he says; I do not want to know any more, or do any more or be any more, he is in a state in which he ought to be changed into a mummy.

When men enter into the state of marriage, they stand nearest to God.

Let parents who hate their offspring rear them to hate labor, and to inherit riches; and before long they will be stung by every vice, racked by its poison, and damned by its penalty.

To do good work a man should no doubt be industrious. To do great work he must certainly be idle a well.

Temptations are enemies outside the castle seeking entrance. If there be no false retainer within who holds treacherous parley, there can scarcely be even an offer.

God made the human body, and it is the most exquisite and wonderful organization which has come to us from the divine hand.