Next to victory, there is nothing so sweet as defeat, if only the right adversary overcomes you.

Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone.

The tree is but a huge boquet.

Prayer covers the whole of man's life. There is no thought, feeling, yearning, or desire, however low, trifling, or vulgar we may deem it, which if it affects our real interest or happiness, we may not lay before God and be sure of sympathy.

See to it that each hour's feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.

There is no slave out of heaven like a loving woman; and of all loving women, there is no such slave as a mother.

Our moral faculties must be placed highest, else they can no more flourish than could a plant growing under the shade and drip of trees.