As plants take hold, not for the sake of staying, but only that they may climb higher, so it is with men. By every part of our nature we clasp things above us, one after another, not for the sake of remaining where we take hold, but that we may go higher.

Well-married, a man is winged: ill-matched, he is shackled.

The moment an ill can be patiently handled, it is disarmed of its poison, though not of its pain.

Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.

We are not to make the ideas of contentment and aspiration quarrel, for God made them fast friends. A man may aspire, and yet be quite content until it is time to raise; and both flying and resting are but parts of one contentment. The very fruit of the gospel is aspiration. It is to the heart what spring is to the earth, making every root, and bud, and bough desire to be more.

I think you might dispense with half your doctors if you would only consult Dr. Sun more.

A lie always needs a truth for a handle to it.