Poverty comes pleading not for charity, for the most part, but imploring us to find a purchaser for its unmarketable wares.

As for the excellent little wretches who grow up in what they are taught, with never a scruple or a query, ... they signify nothing in the intellectual life of the race.

Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet a little while before they begin to decay.

The preacher's garment is cut according to the pattern of that of the hearers, for the most part.

The advice of the elders to young men is very apt to be as unreal as a list of the hundred best books.

You hear that boy laughing?you think he's all fun; But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done; The children laugh loud as they troop to his call, And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all.

If I were dying, my last words would be: Have faith and pursue the unknown end.