The meanest thing in the world is the devil.

The one great poem of New England is her Sunday.

Anger is a bow that will shoot sometimes where another feeling will not.

People may excite in themselves a glow of compassion, not by toasting their feet at the fire, and saying: "Lord, teach me compassion," but by going and seeking an object that requires compassion.

Think of a man in a chronic state of anger!

I read for three things; first, to know what the world has done the last twenty-four hours, and is about to do today; second, for the knowledge that I specially want in my work; and third, for what will bring my mind into a proper mood.

A church debt is the devil's salary.