There is an army of waiters in this world.

The Bible stands alone in human literature in its elevated conception of manhood, in character and conduct.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

Caution and conservatism are expected of old age; but when the young men of a nation are possessed of such a spirit, when they are afraid of the noise and strife caused by the applications of the truth, heaven save the land! Its funeral bell has already rung.

Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are filled with earthy and material things.

Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.