True art is reverent imitation of God.

What we gave, we have; What we spent, we had; What we left, we lost.

Anxiety is the poison of human life; the parent of many sins and of more miseries. In a world where everything is doubtful, and where we may be disappointed, and be blessed in disappointment, why this restless stir and commotion of mind? Can it alter the cause, or unravel the mystery of human events?

Between two evils, choose neither; between two goods, choose both.

We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.

Most controversies would soon be ended, if those engaged in them would first accurately define their terms, and then adhere to their definitions.

Whoever in prayer can say, 'Our Father', acknowledges and should feel the brotherhood of the whole race of mankind.