'T is heaven alone that is given away; 'T is only God may be had for the asking.

Many-sidedness of culture makes our vision clearer and keener in particulars.

AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.

The very gnarliest and hardest of hearts has some musical strings in it; but they are tuned differently in every one of us.

The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.

In vain we call old notions fudge, And bend our conscience to our dealing; The Ten Commandments will not budge, And stealing will continue stealing.