Books are the true metempsychosis,--they are the symbol and presage of immortality. The dead men are scattered, and none shall find them. Behold they are here! they do but sleep.

The little troubles and worries of life may be as stumbling blocks in our way, or we may make them stepping-stones to a nobler character and to Heaven. Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.

Riches are not an end of life, but an instrument of life.

Some people are so dry that you might soak them in a joke for a month and it would not get through their skins.

All things in the natural world symbolize God, yet none of them speak of Him but in broken and imperfect words.

People may excite in themselves a glow of compassion, not by toasting their feet at the fire, and saying: "Lord, teach me compassion," but by going and seeking an object that requires compassion.

Why is not a rat as good as a rabbit? Why should men eat shrimps and neglect cockroaches?