The great men of earth are the shadow men, who, having lived and died, now live again and forever through their undying thoughts. Thus living, though their footfalls are heard no more, their voices are louder than the thunder, and unceasing as the flow of tides or air.

The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.

He that does not know how wisely to meddle with public affairs in preaching the gospel, does not know how to preach the gospel.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

I never know how to worship until I know how to love.

Coming to the Bible through commentaries is much like looking at a landscape through garret windows, over which generations of unmolested spiders have spun their webs.

Books are the true metempsychosis,--they are the symbol and presage of immortality. The dead men are scattered, and none shall find them. Behold they are here! they do but sleep.