The true past departs not, no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die; but all is still here, and, recognized or not, lives and works through endless change.

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

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.

Beautiful it is, and a gleam from the same eternal pole-star visible amid the destinies of men, that all talent, all intellect, is in the first plane moral. What a world were this otherwise!

The universe is but one vast Symbol of God.

A strong mind always hopes, and has always cause to hope.

Thought, true labor of any kind, highest virtue itself, is it not the daughter of Pain?