The final hour when we cease to exist does not itself bring death; it merely of itself completes the death-process. We reach death at that moment, but we have been a long time on the way.

Eternal law has arranged nothing better than this, that it has given us one way in to life, but many ways out.

A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.

Our fears vanish as the danger approaches.

We pray for trifles without so much as a thought of the greatest blessings; and we are not ashamed many times, to ask God for that which we should blush to own to our neighbor.

Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.

We never reflect how pleasant it is to ask for nothing.