My God! I thank Thee for the bath of sleep, That wraps in balm my weary heart and brain, And drowns within its waters still and deep My sorrow and my pain. I thank Thee for my dreams, which loose the bond That binds my spirit to its daily load, And give it angel wings, to fly beyond Its slumber-bound abode.

The theological systems of men and schools of men are determined always by the character of their ideal of Christ, the central fact of the Christian system.

Every man's powers have relation to some kind of work; and whenever he finds that kind of work which he can do best--that to which his powers are best adapted--he finds that which will give him the best development, and that by which he can best build up, or make, his manhood.

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

There are no twin souls in God's universe.

The love that gushes for all is the real elixir of life - the fountain of bodily longevity. It is the lack of this that always produces the feeling of age.

There is nothing more precious to a man than his will; there is nothing which he relinquishes with so much reluctance.