Well-married, a man is winged: ill-matched, he is shackled.

Flattery is praise insincerely given for an interested purpose.

No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.

All the wide world is but the husbandry of God for the development of the one fruit-man.

What profusion is there in His work! When trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole bosom full of gems; and of leaves they have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all summer long. What unnumbered cathedrals has He reared in the forest shades, vast and grand, full of curious carvings, and haunted evermore by tremulous music; and in the heavens above, how do stars seem to have flown out of His hand faster than sparks out of a mighty forge!

Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.

Mountains of gold would not seduce some men, yet flattery would break them down.