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

He who hunts for flowers will finds flowers; and he who loves weeds will find weeds.

A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.

People may excite in themselves a glow of compassion, not by toasting their feet at the fire, and saying: "Lord, teach me compassion," but by going and seeking an object that requires compassion.

We are always on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.

All true religion must stand on true morality.

Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to be suggestions of that realm which is the home of the heart.