Of all man's works of art, a cathedral is greatest. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.

Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.

We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.

There have been many men who left behind them that which hundreds of years have not worn out. The earth has Socrates and Plato to this day. The world is richer yet by Moses and the old prophets than by the wisest statesmen. We are indebted to the past. We stand in the greatness of ages that are gone rather than in that of our own. But of how many of us shall it be said that, being dead, we yet speak?

Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.

The cynic puts all human actions into two classes - openly bad and secretly bad.

When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted.