All God's angels come to us disguised.

No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him. There is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

Practical application is the only mordant which will set things in the memory. Study without it is gymnastics, and not work, which alone will get intellectual bread.

Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.

Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.

From lower to the higher next, Not to the top, is Nature's text; And embryo Good, to reach full stature, Absorbs the Evil in its nature.