Selfishness is that detestable vice which no one will forgive in others, and no one is without himself.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

Reason can tell how love affects us, but cannot tell what love is.

It is defeat that turns bone to flint, gristle to muscle, and makes men invincible.

What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!

Children learn to read by being in the presence of books. The love of knowledge comes with reading and grows upon it. and the love of knowledge, in a young mind, is almost a warrant against the inferior excitement of passions and vices.

The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.