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.

Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it.

As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.

Nothing can be more airy and beautiful than the transparent seed-globe-a fairy dome of splendid architecture.

So we fall asleep in Jesus. We have played long enough at the games of life, and at last we feel the approach of death. We are tired out, and we lay our heads back on the bosom of Christ, and quietly fall asleep.

Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.

Cant is the twin sister of hypocrisy.