Theology is but our ideas of truth classified and arranged.
Prayer covers the whole of man’s life. There is no thought, feeling, yearning, or desire, however low, trifling, or vulgar we may deem it, which if it affects our real interest or happiness, we may not lay before God and be sure of sympathy.
No one can deal with the hearts of men unless he has the sympathy which is given by love.
Victories are easy and cheap. The only victories worth anything are those achieved through hard work and dedication.
Nobody ever sees truth except in fragments.
No man rides so high and in such good company as the man that allies himself to a truth.
Many yet are the secret truths of God which will be unfolded as they are needed.
Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone.
We ought to be ten times as hungry for knowledge as for food for the body.
God sends experience to paint men’s portraits.
Love is God’s loaf; and this is that feeding for which we are taught to pray, “Give us this day our daily bread.”
All the wide world is but the husbandry of God for the development of the one fruit-man.
Every man carries a menagerie in himself; and, by stirring him up all around, you will find every sort of animal represented there.
Men strengthen each other in their faults. Those who are alike associate together, repeat the things which all believe, defend and stimulate their common faults of disposition, and each one receives from the others a reflection of his own egotism.
October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.
Sorrow makes men sincere.
The best stock a man can invest in, is the stock of a farm; the best shares are plow shares; and the best banks are the fertile banks of a rural stream; the more these are broken the better dividends they pay.
Ignorance is the womb of monsters.
Like a bird she seems to wear gay plumage unconsciously, as if it grew upon her.
The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.