A man can be honest in any sort of skin.

Man is a money-making animal, which propensity too often interferes with his benevolence.

What man who carries a heavenly soul in him, has not groaned to perceive, that unless he committed a sort of suicide as to the practical things of this world, he never can hope to regulate his earthly conduct by that same heavenly soul?

Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound.

Until we understand that our grief outweighs a thousand joys, we will never understand what Christianity is all about.

One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual's own innocence self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts.

Poor people make a very poor business of it when they try to seem rich.