Not another flag has such an errand, carrying everywhere, the world around, such hope for freedom such glorious tidings.

You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.

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

There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

Many will say, "I can find God without the help of the Bible, or church, or minister." Very well. Do so if you can. The Ferry Company would feel no jealousy of a man who should prefer to swim to New York. Let him do so if he is able, and we will talk about it on the other shore; but probably trying to swim would be the thing that would bring him quickest to the boat. So God would have no jealousy of a man's going to heaven without the aid of the Bible, or church, or minister; but let him try to do so, and it will be the surest way to bring him back to them for assistance.

Downright admonition, as a rule, is too blunt for the recipient.