It is a man dying with his harness on that angels love to escort upward.

O Lord God, we pray that we may be inspired to nobleness of life in the least things. May we dignify all our daily life. May we set such a sacredness upon every part of our life, that nothing shall be trivial, nothing unimportant, and nothing dull, in the daily round.

Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others are plain, honest and upright, like the broad faced sunflower and the hollyhock.

The last person one wants to be is themselves. Sadly, that is the best person to be.

Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs ...and then cackles.

Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.