Faith in God, faith in man, faith in work: this is the short formula in which we may sum up the teachings of the founders of New England,--a creed ample enough for this life and the next.

I would hardly change the sorrowful words of the poets for their glad ones. Tears dampen the strings of the lyre, but they grow the tensor for it, and ring even the clearer and more ravishingly.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.

Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.

The story of any one man's real experience finds its startling parallel in that of every one of us.

Truth only needs to be for once spoken out; and there's such music in her, such strange rhythm, as makes men's memories her joyous slaves.