For beauty is God's handwriting...A nd, thank God for it as a cup of His blessing.

Life is a boundless privilege, and when you pay for your ticket, and get into the car, you have no guess what good company you shall find there.

Solitude is naught and society is naught. Alternate them and the good of each is seen.

Wisdom is infused into every form.

Skepticism is slow suicide.

Give the slave the least elevation of religious sentiment, and he is not slave: you are the slave: he not only in his humility feels his superiority, feels that much deplored condition of his to be a fading trifle, but he makes you feel it too. He is the master.

Unhappily, no man exists who has not in his own person become, to some amount, a stockholder in the sin, and so made himself liable to a share in the expiation.