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

The disciples found angels at the grave of Him they loved; and we should always find them too, but that our eyes are too full of tears for seeing.

You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.

Many men want wealth,--not a competence alone, but a live-story competence. Everything subserves this; and religion they would like as a sort of lightning-rod to their houses, to ward off by and by the bolts of Divine wrath.

There can be no high civilization where there is not ample leisure.

I pray on the principle that wine knocks the cork out of a bottle. There is an inward fermentation, and there must be a vent.

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