Not thine the sorrow, but ours, sainted soul! Thou hast indeed entered into the promised land, while we are yet on the march. To us remain the rocking of the deep, the storm upon the land, days of duty and nights of watching; but thou are sphered high above all darkness and fear, beyond all sorrow and weariness. Rest, oh, weary heart!

A book is good company. It is full of conversation without loquacity. It comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never.

Truthfulness is godliness.

It is not desirable that we should live as in the constant atmosphere and presence of death; that would unfit us for life; but it is well for us, now and then, to talk with death as friend talketh with friend, and to bathe in the strange seas, and to anticipate the experiences of that land to which it will lead us. These forethinkings are meant, not to make us discontented with life, but to bring us back with more strength, and a nobler purpose in living.

In the ordinary business of life, industry can do anything which genius can do, and very many things which it cannot.

Of all escape mechanisms, death is the most efficient.

The strong are God's natural protectors of the weak.