That kind of discipline whose pungent severity is in the manifestations of paternal love, compassion, and tenderness is the most sure of its object.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

Suspicion is far more to be wrong than right; more often unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, and always an enemy to happiness.

It is a glorious occupation, vivifying and self-sustaining in its nature, to struggle with ignorance, and discover to the inquiring minds of the masses the clear cerulean blue of heavenly truth.

A single bad habit will mar an otherwise faultless character, as an ink-drop soileth the pure white page.

Remember, when incited to slander, that it is only he among you who is without sin that may cast the first stone.

How quickly a truly benevolent act is repaid by the consciousness of having done it!