Everyone has conscience enough to hate; few have religion enough to love.

God makes the life fertile by disappointments, as he makes the ground fertile by frosts.

October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors.

Nowhere else can one find so miscellaneous, so various, an amount of knowledge as is contained in a good newspaper.

When God thought of mother, He must have laughed with satisfaction, and framed it quickly - so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty, was the conception.

Some people are so dry that you might soak them in a joke for a month and it would not get through their skins.

A mother's prayers, silent and gentle, can never miss the road to the throne of all bounty.