Storms purify the atmosphere.

Liberty is the soul's right to breathe.

Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.

No matter who reigns, the merchant reigns.

If Christ is not divine, every impulse of the Christian world falls to a lower octave, and light and love and hope decline.

Boys have their soft and gentle moods too. You would suppose by the morning racket that nothing could be more foreign to their nature than romance and vague sadness. . . . But boys have hours of great sinking and sadness, when kindness and fondness are peculiarly needful to them.

Today is a goblet day. The whole heavens have been mingled with exquisite skill to a delicious flavor, and the crystal cup put to every lip. Breathing is like ethereal drinking. It is a luxury simply to exist.