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.

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.

A mother has, perhaps, the hardest earthly lot; and yet no mother worthy of the name ever gave herself thoroughly for her child who did not feel that, after all, she reaped what she had sown.

Rich men are to bear the infirmities of the poor. Wise men are to bear the mistakes of the ignorant. Strong men are to bear with the feeble. Cultured people are to bear with the rude and vulgar. If a rough and coarse man meets an ecstatically fine man, the man that is highest up is to be the servant of the man that is lowest down.

The one great poem of New England is her Sunday.

A man's character is the reality of himself; his reputation, the opinion others have formed about him; character resides in him, reputation in other people; that is the substance, this is the shadow.

If Christ is not divine, every impulse of the Christian world falls to a lower octave, and light and love and hope decline.