Many men build as cathedrals are built-the part nearest the ground finished, but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.

There is nothing that a New-Englander so nearly worships as an argument.

A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air.

Love without faith is as bad as faith without love.

A library is but the soul's burying ground. It is a land of shadows.

A Christian is nothing but a sinful man who has put himself to school for Christ for the honest purpose of becoming better.

Nature is a vast repository of manly enjoyments.