He who hunts for flowers will finds flowers; and he who loves weeds will find weeds.

Newspapers are the schoolmasters of the common people.

The sun does not shine for a few trees, and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. The lonely pine on the mountain-top waves its sombre boughs and cries, 'Thou art my sun.' And the little meadow violet lifts its cup of blue, and whispers with its perfumed breath, 'Thou art my sun.' And the grain in a thousand fields rustles in the wind, and makes answer, 'Thou art my sun.' So God sits effulgent in heaven, not for a favored few, but for the universe of life; and there is no creature so poor or so low that he may not look up with childish confidence and say, 'My Father, Thou art mine.

Of all formal things in the world, a clipped hedge is the most formal; and of all the informal things in the world, a forest tree is the most informal.

The tidal wave of God's providence is carrying liberty throughout the globe.

The strong are God's natural protectors of the weak.

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