I have known many an instance of a man writing a letter and forgetting to sign his name, but this is the only instance I have ever known of a man signing his name and forgetting to write the letter.

Nothing can compare in beauty, and wonder, and admirableness, and divinity itself, to the silent work in obscure dwellings of faithful women bringing their children to honor and virtue and piety.

There is a patience that cackles. There are a great many virtues that are hen-like. They are virtue, to be sure; but everybody in the neighborhood has to know about them.

The great lever by which to raise and save the world is the unbounded love and mercy of God.

The hunger of the eye is not to be despised; and they are to be pitied who have starvation of the eye.

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

There are sorrows that are not painful, but are of the nature of some acids, and give piquancy and flavor to life.