There are apartments in the soul which have a glorious outlook; from whose windows you can see across the river of death, and into the shining city beyond; but how often are these neglected for the lower ones, which have earthward-looking windows.

The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a telescope.

Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.

A dull ax never loves grindstones.

Someone calls biography the home aspect of history.

Of all joyful, smiling, ever-laughing experiences, there are none like those which spring from true religion.

Repentance is another name for aspiration.