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.

The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

Nature is a vast repository of manly enjoyments.

Suffering is part of the divine idea.

There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better; nobler; holier than it knows now.

One should go to sleep as homesick passengers do, saying, "Perhaps in the morning we shall see the shore.