The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist.
No man who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether irreclaimably bad.
What this country needs is a man who knows God other than by heresay.
One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!
All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.
Pin thy faith to no man's sleeve. Hast thou not two eyes of thy own?