The disciples found angels at the grave of Him they loved; and we should always find them too, but that our eyes are too full of tears for seeing.

No one thing does human life more need than a kind consideration of the faults of others. Every one sins; everyone needs forbearance. Our own imperfections should teach us to be merciful.

A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track-an inch between wreck and smooth-rolling prosperity.

It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature. But those who have a psssion for nature in the natural way, need no pictures nor gallereies. Spring is their designer, and the whole year their artist.

Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

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