The smallest pebble in the well of truth has its peculiar meaning, and will stand when man's best monuments have passed away.

The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip made holy.

The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength in heaven.

Wisdom, sits alone, topmost in heaven: she is its light, its God; and in the heart of man she sits as high, though groveling minds forget her oftentimes, seeing but this world's idols.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.

The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution, is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.