I think half the troubles for which men go slouching in prayer to God are caused by their intolerable pride. Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges. We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.

A tool is but the extension of a man's hand, and a machine is but a complex tool. And he that invents a machine augments the power of a man and the well-being of mankind.

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

Good nature is often a mere matter of health.

No man is such a conqueror, as the one that has defeated himself.

When flowers are full of heaven-descended dews, they always hang their heads; but men hold theirs the higher the more they receive, getting proud as they get full.

Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.