As flowers carry dewdrops, trembling on the edges of the petals, and ready to fall at the first waft of wind or brush of bird, so the heart should carry its beaded words of thanksgiving; and at the first breath of heavenly flavor, let down the shower, perfumed with the heart's gratitude.

Everything that happens in this world is a part of a great plan of God running through all time.

Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.

Heaven will be inherited by every man who has heaven in his soul.

Where all of the man is what property he owns, it does not take long to annihilate him.

Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.

The great men of earth are the shadow men, who, having lived and died, now live again and forever through their undying thoughts. Thus living, though their footfalls are heard no more, their voices are louder than the thunder, and unceasing as the flow of tides or air.