Love is the river of life in this world.

Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.

If you attempt to beat a man down and to get his goods for less than a fair price, you are attempting to commit burglary, as much as though you broke into his shop to take the things without paying for them.

Blessed are they who know how to shine on one's gloom with their cheer.

By religion I mean perfected manhood,--the quickening of the soul by the influence of the Divine Spirit.

Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

It is a man dying with his harness on that angels love to escort upward.