Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may have offspring, but the life which it gives, like that of the hybrid races, cannot be transmitted.

The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack

I love victory, but I love not triumph.

Friendship is like those ancient altars where the unhappy, and even the guilty, found a sure asylum.

There is, by God's grace, an immeasurable distance between late and too late.

God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, "I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant.

The best of lessons, for a good many people, would be to listen at a keyhole. It is a pity for such that the practice is dishonorable.