What a mother sings to the cradle goes all the way down to the coffin.

At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; the winds will rock it, the birds will sing to it all summer long, but the next season it will unfold and go alone.

It is part and parcel of every man's life to develop beauty in himself. All perfect things have in them an element of beauty.

When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.

Heaven will be inherited by every man who has heaven in his soul.

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!

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