There are crowds who trample a flower into the dust without thinking once that they have one of the sweetest thoughts of God under their heel.

The soul, like the body, lives by what it feeds on.

The moment we recognize God as supreme in power and infinitely good and loving toward all His intelligent creatures, that moment we admit the doctrine of universal and special providence.

To labor rightly and earnestly is to walk in the golden track that leads to God. It is to adopt the regimen of manhood and womanhood. It is to come into sympathy with the great struggle of humanity toward perfection. It is to adopt the fellowship of all the great and good the world has ever known.

Blessed is that man who knows his own distaff and has found his own spindle.

There is no point where art so nearly touches nature as when it appears in the form of words.

There is no well-doing, no Godlike doing, that is not patient doing.