Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven.

Every boy wants someone older than himself to whom he may go in moods of confidence and yearning. The neglect of this child's want by grown people . . . is a fertile source of suffering.

While a man is stringing a harp, he tries the strings, not for music, but for construction. When it is finished it shall be played for melodies. God is fashioning the human heart for future joy. He only sounds a string here and there to see how far His work has progressed.

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

The tidal wave of God's providence is carrying liberty throughout the globe.

The cynic puts all human actions into two classes - openly bad and secretly bad.

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.