Wealth of a man is the number of things which he loves and blesses which he is loved and blessed by.

The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.

Isolation is the sum total of wretchedness to a man.

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.

Experience is the best of school masters, only the school fees are heavy.

This London City, with all of its houses, palaces, steam-engines, cathedrals, and huge immeasurable traffic an tumult, what is it but a Thought, but millions of Thoughts made into One-a huge immeasurable Spirit of a Thought, embodied in brick, in iron, smoke, dust, Palaces, Parliaments, Hackney Coaches, Katherine Docks, and the rest of it! Not a brick was made but some man had to think of the making of that brick.