It is great, and there is no other greatness-to make one nook of God's Creation more fruitful, better, more worthy of God; to make some human heart a little wiser, manlier, happier-more blessed.

No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence.

For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.

History is a great dust heap.

The press is the fourth estate of the realm.

There is in man a higher than love of happiness; he can do without happiness, and instead thereof find blessedness.

The authentic insight and experience of any human soul, were it but insight and experience in hewing of wood and drawing of water, is real knowledge, a real possession and acquirement.