I appeal now to the convictions of the communicants, and ask such persons whether they have not been occasionally conscious of a painful confusion of thought between the worship due to God and the commemoration due to Christ.

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

The peace of the man who has forsworn the use of the bullet seems to me not quite peace, but a canting impotence.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.

The days come and go but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.

Self-command is the main elegance.

Ability without honor has no value.