When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.
A man who does not love praise is not a full man.
The bibliophile is the master of his books, the bibliomaniac their slave.
The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul.
God planted fear in the soul as truly as he planted hope or courage. Pear is a kind of bell, or gong, which rings the mind into quick life and avoidance upon the approach of danger. It is the soul's signal for rallying.