Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

When flowers are full of heaven-descended dews, they always hang their heads; but men hold theirs the higher the more they receive, getting proud as they get full.

The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.

Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into dimples.

We are always on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.

Let every man come to God in his own way.

A tool is but the extension of a man's hand, and a machine is but a complex tool. And he that invents a machine augments the power of a man and the well-being of mankind.