Thousands of men breathe, move, and live; pass off the stage of life and are heard of no more. Why? They did not a particle of good in the world; and none were blest by them, none could point to them as the instrument of their redemption; not a line they wrote, not a word they spoke, could be recalled, and so they perished--their light went out in darkness, and they were not remembered more than the insects of yesterday. Will you thus live and die, O man immortal? Live for something.

The heart is not so constituted, and the only way to dispossess it of an old affection is by the expulsive power of a new one

There are no moral blanks; there are no neutral characters.

With the magnificence of eternity before us, let time, with all its fluctuations, dwindle into its own littleness.

Prayer does not enable us to do a greater work for God. Prayer is a greater work for God.

Shakespeare is an intellectual miracle.

Even in the fiercest uproar of our stormy passions, conscience, though in her softest whispers, gives to the supremacy of rectitude the voice of an undying testimony.