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

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.

Reason is a permanent blessing of God to the soul. Without it there can be no large religion.

It is a bitter thought to an avaricious spirit that by and by all these accumulations must be left behind. We can only carry away from this world the flavor of our good or evil deeds.

Someone calls biography the home aspect of history.

The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul.

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.