we give each other a smile with a future in it

And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.

I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.

Men perish with whispering sins-nay, with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience that they are sins, as often with crying sins; and in hell there shall meet as many men that never thought what was sin, as that spent all their thoughts in the compassing of sin.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.

Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.