We reform others unconsciously when we walk uprightly.

The heart has always the pardoning power.

Repentance is accepted remorse.

Prayer has a right to the word "ineffable." It is an hour of outpourings which words cannot express,--of that interior speech which we do not articulate, even when we employ it.

I love victory, but I love not triumph.

Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.

Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity.