Life would be a perpetual flea hunt if a man were obliged to run down all the innuendoes, inveracities, and insinuations and misrepresentations which are uttered against him.

Scepticism is a barren coast, without a harbor or lighthouse.

Every man carries a menagerie in himself; and, by stirring him up all around, you will find every sort of animal represented there.

The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a telescope.

Flowers may beckon todwards us, but they speak todward heaven and God.

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

So we fall asleep in Jesus. We have played long enough at the games of life, and at last we feel the approach of death. We are tired out, and we lay our heads back on the bosom of Christ, and quietly fall asleep.