Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.

The natural term of an apple-pie is but twelve hours. It reaches its highest state about one hour after it comes from the oven, and just before its natural heat has quite departed. But every hour afterward is a declension. And after it is one day old, it is thence-forward but the ghastly corpse of apple-pie.

There is nothing that is so wonderfully created as the human soul. There is something of God in it. We are infinite in the future, though we are finite in the past.

No matter who reigns, the merchant reigns.

A man's religion is himself. If he is right-minded toward God, he is religious; if the Lord Jesus Christ is his schoolmaster, then he is Christianly religious.

God made man to go by motives, and he will not go without them, any more than a boat without steam or a balloon without gas.

A man who does not love praise is not a full man.