There is no faculty of the human soul so persistent and universal as that of hatred.

Flowers . . . have a mysterious and subtle influence upon the feelings, not unlike some strains of music. They relax the tenseness of the mind. They dissolve its rigor.

When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted.

No grace can save any man unless he helps himself.

The religion of Jesus Christ is not ascetic, nor sour, nor gloomy, nor circumscribing. It is full of sweetness in the present and in promise.

Suffering well borne is better than suffering removed.

Truthfulness is godliness.