Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.

I received a letter from a lad asking me for an easy berth. To this I replied: You cannot be an editor; do not try the law; do not think of the ministry; let alone all ships and merchandise; abhor politics; don't practice medicine; be not a farmer or a soldier or a sailor; don't study, don't think. None of these are easy. O, my son, you have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave!

Heaven is a place of restless activity, the abode of never-tiring thought.

I would much rather fight pride than vanity, because pride has a stand-up way of fighting. You know where it is. It throws its black shadow on you, and you are not at a loss where to strike. But vanity is that delusive, that insectiferous, that multiplied feeling, and men that fight vanities are like men that fight midges and butterflies. It is easier to chase them than to hit them.

Men's best successes come after their disappointments.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

Fear is the soul's signal for rallying.