What comes from the heart goes to the heart

Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process.

An undevout poet is an impossibility.

Some persons have contended that mathematics ought to be taught by making the illustrations obvious to the senses. Nothing can be more absurd or injurious: it ought to be our never-ceasing effort to make people think, not feel.

I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language-religion-government-blood-identity in these makes men of one country.

The words in prose ought to express the intended meaning, and no more; if they attract attention to themselves, it is, in general, a fault.

O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please.