Men are seldom more commonplace than on supreme occasions.
There is nothing which at once affects a man so much and so little as his own death.
Life is one long process of getting tired.
Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life.
What is faith but a kind of betting or speculation after all? It should be, I bet that my Redeemer liveth.
Life is a quarry, out of which we are to mold and chisel and complete a character.