Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others are plain, honest and upright, like the broad faced sunflower and the hollyhock.

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.

We steal if we touch tomorrow. It is God's.

If you have only two or three things that you can enjoy and they are things which time and decay may remove from you, what are you going to do in old age?

There can be no barrenness in full summer. The very sand will yield something. Rocks will have mosses, and every rift will have its wind-flower, and every crevice a leaf; while from the fertile soil will be reared a gorgeous troop of growths, that will carry their life in ten thousand forms, but all with praise to God. And so it is when the soul knows its summer. Love redeems its weakness, clothes its barrenness, enriches its poverty, and makes its very desert to bud and blossom as the rose.

We only see in a lifetime a dozen faces marked with the peace of a contented spirit.

Many of our troubles are God dragging us, and they would end if we would stand upon our feet and go whither He would have us go.