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.

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

Best friends might loathe us, if what things perverse we know of our own selves they also knew.

For we must share, if we would keep, that blessing from above; ceasing to give, we cease to have; such is the law of love.

"The best is oftentimes the enemy of the good;" and without claiming for an instant that title of good for my book, I do not doubt that many a good book has remained unwritten, or, perhaps, being written, has remained unpublished, because there floated before the mind's eye of the author, or possible author, the ideal of a better or a best, which has put him out of all conceit with his good.

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

Prayer is not getting man's will done in heaven, but getting God's will done on earth. It is not overcoming God's reluctance but laying hold of God's willingness.