When our children die, we drop them into the unknown, shuddering with fear. We know that they go out from us, and we stand, and pity, and wonder. If we receive news, that a hundred thousand dollars had been left them by some one dying, we should be thrown into an ecstasy of rejoicing; but when they have gone home to God, we stand, and mourn, and pine, and wonder at the mystery of Providence.

He who is false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may have forgotten its cause.

Some people think black is the color of heaven, and that the more they can make their faces look like midnight, the more evidence they have of grace. But God, who made the sun and the flowers, never sent me to proclaim to you such a lie as that.

The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!

Maple-trees are the cows of trees (spring-milked).

Age and youth look upon life from the opposite ends of the telescope; it is exceedingly long,--it is exceedingly short.

The religion that fosters intolerance needs another Christ to die for it.