Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved. It has arrested ten thousand lightning flashes of genius, which, unless thus fixed and arrested, might have been as bright, but would have also been as quickly passing and perishing, as the lightning.

Sin may be clasped so close, we cannot see its face.

None but God can satisfy the longings of an immortal soul; that as the heart was made for Him, so He only can fill it.

There is hardly a mistake which in the course of our lives we have committed, but some proverb, had we known and attended to its lesson, might have saved us from it.

We kneel, how weak; we rise, how full of power! Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong, Or others — that we are not always strong, That we are ever overborne with care, That we should ever weak or heartless be, Anxious or troubled, when with us is prayer, And joy and strength and courage are with Thee?

The love of our own language, what is it, in fact, but the love of our country expressing itself in one particular direction?

Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved.