The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.

October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.

Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.

I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.

A dull axe never loves grindstones, but a keen workman does; and he puts his tool on them in order that it may be sharp. And men do not like grinding; but they are dull for the purposes which God designs to work out with them, and therefore He is grinding them.

I think half the troubles for which men go slouching in prayer to God are caused by their intolerable pride. Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges. We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.