Flowers are sent to do God's work in unrevealed paths, and to diffuse influence by channels that we hardly suspect.

If you attempt to beat a man down and to get his goods for less than a fair price, you are attempting to commit burglary, as much as though you broke into his shop to take the things without paying for them.

We are never ripe till we have been made so by suffering.

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.

There is no such thing as white lies; a lie is as black as a coalpit, and twice as foul.

God bless the good-natured, for they bless everybody else.

The mere wit is only a human bauble. He is to life what bells are to horses-not expected to draw the load, but only to jingle while the horses draw.