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.

God washes the eyes by tears until they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more. O love! O affliction! ye are the guides that show us the way through the great airy space where our loved ones walked; and, as hounds easily follow the scent before the dew be risen, so God teaches us, while yet our sorrow is wet, to follow on and find our dear ones in heaven.

Our moral faculties must be placed highest, else they can no more flourish than could a plant growing under the shade and drip of trees.

Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs ...and then cackles.

There is always work, and tools to work withal, for those, who will.

He who only does not appreciate floral beauty is to be pitied like any other man who is born imperfect. It is a misfortune not unlike blindness.

Whoever makes home seem to the young dearer and more happy, is a public benefactor.