It is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.

Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, from that good God, who chastens whom he loves.

There is a magic in that little world, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never know beyond its hallowed limits.

The pulpit is a clergyman's parade; the parish is his field of active service.

The true one of youth's love, proving a faithful helpmate in those years when the dream of life is over, and we live in its realities.

Live as long as you may, the first twenty years are the longest half of your life.

My name is Death: the last best friend am I.