Our opinions do not really blossom into fruition until we have expressed them to someone else.

Armor is heavy, yet it is a proud burden, and a man standeth straight in it.

But it warn't no time to be sentimentering.

Out of the unconscious lips of babes and sucklings are we satirized.

It is plain that there is one moral law for heaven and another for the earth. The pulpit assures us that wherever we see suffering and sorrow, which we can relieve and do not, we sin, heavily. There was never yet a case of suffering or sorrow which God could not relieve. Does He sin then?

Heaven is the very last place to come to rest and don't you be afraid to bet on that!

When you catch an adjective, kill it - perhaps the best possible advice for budding writers.