We live merely on the crust or rind of things.

I cannot think the disputes and jealousies of Heaven are tried and settled by the swords of earth.

Beautiful is old age—beautiful as the slow-dropping mellow autumn of a rich glorious summer. In the old man, Nature has fulfilled her work; she loads him with blessings; she fills him with the fruits of a well-spent life; and, surrounded by his children and his children's children, she rocks him softly away to a grave, to which he is followed with blessings. God forbid we should not call it beautiful.

We cannot live on probabilities. The faith in which we can live bravely and die in peace must be a certainty, so far as it professes to be a faith at all, or it is nothing.

Mistakes are often the best teachers.

Sacrifice is the first element of religion, and resolves itself in theological language into the love of God.

In everyday things the law of sacrifice takes the form of positive duty.