God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness.
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
Expedients are for the hour, but principles are for the ages.
They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.
Happiness is not the end of life: character is.
There's not much practical Christianity in the man who lives on better terms with angels and seraphs than with his children, servants and neighbours.