Nature is a vast repository of manly enjoyments.

Sorrow makes men sincere.

God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness.

The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul.

Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page. Take up one hole more in the buckle if necessary, or let down one, according to circumstances; but on the first of January let every man gird himself once more, with his face to the front, and take no interest in the things that were and are past.

But when we borrow trouble, and look forward into the future to see what storms are coming, and distress ourselves before they come as to how we shall avert them if they ever do come, we lose our proper trustfulness in God. When we torment ourselves with imaginary dangers, or trials, or reverses, we have already parted with that perfect love which casteth out fear.

Fear is the soul's signal for rallying.