One should go to sleep as homesick passengers do, saying, "Perhaps in the morning we shall see the shore.

Everyone has conscience enough to hate; few have religion enough to love.

There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.

God's providence is on the side of clear heads.

Our children that die young are like those spring bulbs which have their flowers prepared beforehand, and leave nothing to do but to break ground, and blossom, and pass away. Thank God for spring flowers among men, as well as among the grasses of the field.

It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stoney street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.