Our children that die young are like those spring bulbs which have their flowers prepared beforehand, and leave nothing to do but to break ground, and blossom, and pass away. Thank God for spring flowers among men, as well as among the grasses of the field.

Refinement that carries us away from our fellow-men is not God's refinement.

Love is the wine of existence.

Flattery is praise insincerely given for an interested purpose.

There is no faculty of the human soul so persistent and universal as that of hatred.

The imagination is the secret and marrow of civilization. It is the very eye of faith.

Mountains of gold would not seduce some men, yet flattery would break them down.