It is to the credit of human nature that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.

If human love hath power to penetrate the veil--and hath it not?--then there are yet living here a few who have the blessedness of knowing that an angel loves them.

The love of posterity is the consequence of the necessity of death. If a man were sure of living forever here, he would not care about his offspring.

Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which supply good and beautiful results--the fragrance of celestial flowers--to the daily life of others.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

It is to the credit of human nature that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.

Families are always rising and falling in America.