Love is the wine of existence.

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.

Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.

Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.

A Christian is nothing but a sinful man who has put himself to school for Christ for the honest purpose of becoming better.

The things that hurt us teach us.

Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it. Grim care, moroseness, anxiety,--all this rust of life, ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. It is better than emery. Every man ought to rub himself with it. A man without mirth is like a wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it runs.