Play may not have so high a place in the divine economy, but is has as legitimate a place as prayer.

The cry of the soul is for freedom. It longs for liberty, from the date of its first conscious moments.

The idle man stands outside of God's plan, outside of the ordained scheme of things; and the truest self-respect, the noblest independence, and the most genuine dignity, are not to be found there.

No nation can be destroyed while it possesses a good home life.

There is no royal road to anything. One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.

No genuine observer can decide otherwise than that the homes of a nation are the bulwarks of personal and national safety and thrift.

And when, in the evening of life, the golden clouds rest sweetly and invitingly upon the golden mountains, and the light of heaven streams down through the gathering mists of death, I wish you a peaceful and abundant entrance into that world of blessedness, where the great riddle of life will be unfolded to you in the quick consciousness of a soul redeemed and purified.