There is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled.

Tis no dishonor when he who would dishonor you, only dishonors himself.

Benevolent desires, after passing a certain point, can not undertake their own fulfillment without incurring the risk of evils beyond those sought to be remedied.

Charity, like poetry, should be cultivated, if only for its being graceful.

If a well-constituted individual refrains from blazoning aught amiss or calamitous in his family, a nation in the like circumstance may without reproach be equally discreet.

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

But as in landlessness alone resides the highest truth, shoreless, indefinite as God - so better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee, even if that were safety! For worm-like, then, oh! who would craven crawl to land!