Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature.

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?

No matter who reigns, the merchant reigns.

There ought to be such an atmosphere in every Christian church that a man going there and sitting two hours should take the contagion of heaven, and carry home a fire to kindle the altar whence he came.