What profusion is there in His work! When trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole bosom full of gems; and of leaves they have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all summer long. What unnumbered cathedrals has He reared in the forest shades, vast and grand, full of curious carvings, and haunted evermore by tremulous music; and in the heavens above, how do stars seem to have flown out of His hand faster than sparks out of a mighty forge!

Laws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them.

Every young man would do well to remember that all successful business stands on the foundation of morality.

Sharp men, like sharp needles, break easy, though they pierce quick.

We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.

There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better; nobler; holier than it knows now.

Theology is a science of mind applied to God.