There are sorrows that are not painful, but are of the nature of some acids, and give piquancy and flavor to life.

We are not to make the ideas of contentment and aspiration quarrel, for God made them fast friends. A man may aspire, and yet be quite content until it is time to raise; and both flying and resting are but parts of one contentment. The very fruit of the gospel is aspiration. It is to the heart what spring is to the earth, making every root, and bud, and bough desire to be more.

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

A woman's pity often opens the door to love.

The pie should be eaten "while it is yet florescent, white or creamy yellow, with the merest drip of candied juice along the edges, (as if the flavor were so good to itself that its own lips watered!) of a mild and modest warmth, the sugar suggesting jelly, yet not jellied, the morsels of apple neither dissolved nor yet in original substance, but hanging as it were in a trance between the spirit and the flesh of applehood...then, O blessed man, favored by all the divinities! eat, give thanks, and go forth, 'in apple-pie order!'"

Not another flag has such an errand, carrying everywhere, the world around, such hope for freedom such glorious tidings.

Faith is spiritualized imagination.