A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.

Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought.

One single glance will conquer all descriptions.

Lay not the plummet to the line; religion hath no landmarks; no human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith.

Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.

Happiness is a roadside flower growing on the highways of usefulness; plucked, it shall wither in thy hand; passed by, it is fragrance to thy spirit. Trample the thyme beneath thy feet; be useful, be happy.

Reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood.