A knowledge that another has felt as we have felt, and seen things not much otherwise than we have seen them, will continue to the end to be one of life's choicest blessings.

I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens.

All error, not merely verbal, is a strong way of stating that the current truth is incomplete.

In the harsh face of life faith can read a bracing gospel.

When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.

Make up your mind to be happy. Learn to find pleasure in simple things.

Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.