God's grace is the oil that fills the lamp of love.

Thorough selfishness destroys or paralyzes enjoyment. A heart made selfish by the contest for wealth is like a citadel stormed in war, utterly shattered.

There is always work, and tools to work withal, for those, who will.

Flowers . . . have a mysterious and subtle influence upon the feelings, not unlike some strains of music. They relax the tenseness of the mind. They dissolve its rigor.

Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness.

A man's true state of power and riches is to be in himself.