Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.

If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road

It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stoney street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.

Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.

God's grace is the oil that fills the lamp of love.

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

The disciples found angels at the grave of Him they loved; and we should always find them too, but that our eyes are too full of tears for seeing.