When speech is given to a soul holy and true, time, and its dome of ages, becomes as a mighty whispering-gallery, round which the imprisoned utterance runs, and reverberates forever.

All beneficent and creative power gathers itself together in silence, ere it issues out in might.

The scepticism which men affect towards their higher inspirations is often not an honest doubt, but a guilty negligence, and is a sign of narrow mind and defective wisdom.

The pinafore of the child will be more than a match for the frock of the bishop and the surplice of the priest.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

All that is noble in the world's past history, and especially the minds of the great and good, are, in like manner, never lost.

The heavens, with their everlasting faithfulness, look down on no sadder contradiction than the sluggard and the slattern in their prayers.