A mother's love, in a degree, sanctifies the most worthless offspring.
Some clergymen make a motto, instead of a theme, of their texts.
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.
How white are the fair robes of Charity as she walketh amid the lowly habitations of the poor!
Energy, like the biblical grain of the mustard-seed, will remove mountains.
The experience of others adds to our knowledge, but not to our wisdom; that is dearer bought.