People may excite in themselves a glow of compassion, not by toasting their feet at the fire, and saying: "Lord, teach me compassion," but by going and seeking an object that requires compassion.

There's not much practical Christianity in the man who lives on better terms with angels and seraphs than with his children, servants and neighbours.

There is not a single heart but has its moments of longing.

Flowers may beckon todwards us, but they speak todward heaven and God.

Never forget what a man has said to you when he was angry. If he has charged you with anything, you had better look it up.

Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others are plain, honest and upright, like the broad faced sunflower and the hollyhock.

It is defeat that turns bone to flint, gristle to muscle, and makes men invincible.