Anxiety in human life is what squeaking and grinding are in machinery that is not oiled. In life, trust is the oil.

Affliction comes to us all, not to make us sad, but sober; not to make us sorry, but to make us wise; not to make us despondent, but by its darkness to refresh us as the night refreshes the day; not to impoverish, but to enrich us

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

There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs.

The methods by which men have met and conquered trouble, or been slain by it, are the same in every age.

No one can deal with the hearts of men unless he has the sympathy which is given by love.

They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.