Thinking cannot be clear until it has had expression-we must write, or speak, or act our thoughts, or they will remain in half torpid form. Our feelings must have expression, or they will be as clouds, which, till they descend in rain, will never bring up fruit or flowers. So it is with all the inward feelings; expression gives them development-thought is the blossom; language is the opening bud; action the fruit behind it.

If a man cannot be a Christian in the place where he is, he cannot be a Christian anywhere.

Of all escape mechanisms, death is the most efficient.

There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better; nobler; holier than it knows now.

Every green thing loves to die in bright colors. The vegetable cohorts march glowing out of the year in flaming dresses, as if to leave this earth were a triumph and not a sadness. It is never nature that is sad, but only we, that dare not look back on the past, and that have not its prophecy of the future in our bosoms.

The philosophy of one century is the common sense of the next.

Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it.