Many a man has been dined out of his religion, and his politics, and his manhood, almost.

Riches are not an end of life, but an instrument of life.

Many yet are the secret truths of God which will be unfolded as they are needed.

Many of our troubles are God dragging us, and they would end if we would stand upon our feet and go whither He would have us go.

Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into dimples.

Every city should make the common school so rich, so large, so ample, so beautiful in its endowments, and so fruitful in its results, that a private school will not be able to live under the drip of it.

While a man is stringing a harp, he tries the strings, not for music, but for construction. When it is finished it shall be played for melodies. God is fashioning the human heart for future joy. He only sounds a string here and there to see how far His work has progressed.