Love is not a possession but a growth. The heart is a lamp with just oil enough to burn for an hour, and if there be no oil to put in again its light will go out. God's grace is the oil that fills the lamp of love.

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

Whoever makes home seem to the young dearer and more happy, is a public benefactor.

Not another flag has such an errand, carrying everywhere, the world around, such hope for freedom such glorious tidings.

The moment an ill can be patiently handled, it is disarmed of its poison, though not of its pain.

The beginnings of moral enterprises in this world are never to be measured by any apparent growth. ... At length comes the sudden ripeness and the full success, and he who is called in at the final moment deems this success his own. He is but the reaper and not the labourer. Other men sowed and tilled and he but enters into their labours.

Many a man has been dined out of his religion, and his politics, and his manhood, almost.