Of all joyful, smiling, ever-laughing experiences, there are none like those which spring from true religion.

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.

Experience is the mother of custom.

There are some men's souls that are so thin, so almost destitute of what is the true idea of soul, that were not the guardian angels so keen-sighted, they would altogether overlook them.

There ought to be such an atmosphere in every Christian church that a man going there and sitting two hours should take the contagion of heaven, and carry home a fire to kindle the altar whence he came.

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

A mother's prayers, silent and gentle, can never miss the road to the throne of all bounty.