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

There are many persons who look on Sunday as a sponge to wipe out the sins of the week

The power of hiding ourselves from one another is mercifully given, for men are wild beasts, and would devour one another but for this protection.

Nothing marks the change from the city to the country so much as the absence of grinding noises. The country is never silent. But its sounds are separate, distinct, and as it were, articulate.

What if you have seen it before, ten thousand times over? An apple tree in full blossom is like a message, sent fresh from heaven to earth, of purity and beauty.

No man knows what he will do till the right temptation comes.

People may excite in themselves a glow of compassion, not by toasting their feet at the fire, and saying: "Lord, teach me compassion," but by going and seeking an object that requires compassion.