Fear secretes acids; but love and trust are sweet juices.

A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air.

Undoubtedly we render our consciences callous by evil indulgences; but we cannot entirely subdue that still, small voice.

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

It was the German schoolhouse which destroyed Napoleon III. France, since then, is making monster cannon and drilling soldiers still, but she is also building schoolhouses. As long as war is possible, anything that makes better soldiers people want.

Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.

A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.