His nature is such that our often coming does not tire him. The whole burden of the whole life of every man may be rolled on to God and not weary him, though it has wearied man.

No man ever learned to love God with all his heart, and his neighbour as himself, in a day.

Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.

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

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are filled with earthy and material things.

He is greatest whose strength carries up the most hearts by the attraction of his own.

Cant is the twin sister of hypocrisy.