A traitor is good fruit to hang from the boughs of the tree of liberty.
The man who perceives life only with his eye, his ear, his hand, and his tongue, is but little higher than the ox or an intelligent dog; but he who has imagination sees things around and above him, as the angels see them.
If you have only two or three things that you can enjoy and they are things which time and decay may remove from you, what are you going to do in old age?
A conservative young man has wound up his life before it was unreeled. We expect old men to be conservative but when a nation’s young men are so, its funeral bell is already rung.
Temptations are enemies outside the castle seeking entrance. If there be no false retainer within who holds treacherous parley, there can scarcely be even an offer.
No man knows what he will do till the right temptation comes.
Newspapers are to the body politic what arteries are to the human body, their function being to carry blood and sustenance and repair to every part of the body.
The newspaper is a greater treasure to the people than uncounted millions of gold.
We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
There are persons so radiant, so genial, so kind, so pleasure-bearin g, that you instinctively feel in their presence that they do you good; whose coming into a room is like bringing a lamp there.
If Christ is not divine, every impulse of the Christian world falls to a lower octave, and light and love and hope decline.
Expedients are for the hour, but principles are for the ages. Just because the rains descend, and the winds blow, we cannot afford to build on shifting sands.
It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stoney street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.
Today is a goblet day. The whole heavens have been mingled with exquisite skill to a delicious flavor, and the crystal cup put to every lip. Breathing is like ethereal drinking. It is a luxury simply to exist.
Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to be suggestions of that realm which is the home of the heart.
Sometimes fear is wholesome and rational; it is well to swing fear as a mighty battle-axe over men’s heads when no other motive will move them.
The diameter of each day is measured by the stretch of thought – not by the rising and setting of the sun.
Christ is risen! There is life, therefore, after death! His resurrection is the symbol and pledge of universal resurrection!
A lie always needs a truth for a handle to it.
A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air.