Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.

Of all joyful, smiling, ever-laughing experiences, there are none like those which spring from true religion.

A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air.

Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

Indeed, unless a man can link his written thoughts with the everlasting wants of men, so that they shall draw more from them as wells, there is no more immortality to the thoughts and feelings of the soul than to the muscles and bones.

When a man has no longer any conception of excellence above his own, his voyage is done, he is dead,--dead in trespasses and sin of blear-eyed vanity.

The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.