The power of hiding ourselves from one another is mercifully given, for men are wild beasts, and would devour one another but for this protection.

The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.

Our children that die young are like those spring bulbs which have their flowers prepared beforehand, and leave nothing to do but to break ground, and blossom, and pass away. Thank God for spring flowers among men, as well as among the grasses of the field.

The more sincere we are in our belief, as a rule, the less demonstrative we are.

The man who perceives life only with his eye, his ear, his hand, and his tongue, is but little higher than the ox or an intelligent dog; but he who has imagination sees things around and above him, as the angels see them.

A man who does not know how to be angry, does not know how to be good. Now and then a man should be shaken to the core with indignation over things evil.

The Divine mind does not think for us, or inspite of us, but works in us to think, and to will, and to do.