A man without mirth is like wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it turns.

Love is the river of life in this world.

A traitor is good fruit to hang from the boughs of the tree of liberty.

Men must read for amusement as well as for knowledge.

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.

As ships meet at sea a moment together, when words of greeting must be spoken, and then away upon the deep, so men meet in this world; and I think we should cross no man's path without hailing him, and if he needs giving him supplies.

There is not a person we employ who does not, like ourselves, desire recognition, praise, gentleness, forbearance, patience.