Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it. Grim care, moroseness, anxiety,--all this rust of life, ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. It is better than emery. Every man ought to rub himself with it. A man without mirth is like a wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it runs.

A cobweb is as good as the mightiest cable when there is strain upon it.

The Bible stands alone in human literature in its elevated conception of manhood, in character and conduct.

The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul.

No matter who reigns, the merchant reigns.

The mere wit is only a human bauble. He is to life what bells are to horses-not expected to draw the load, but only to jingle while the horses draw.

God made the human body, and it is the most exquisite and wonderful organization which has come to us from the divine hand.