A man is a great bundle of tools. He is born into this life without the knowledge of how to use them. Education is the process of learning their use.
Life is a plant that grows out of death.
Our life is in the loom; it rolls up and is hidden as fast as it is woven. It is to be taken out of the loom only when we leave this world; then only shall we see the pattern.
Our life is but a new form of the way men have lived from the beginning.
Christians should be like a flower store: the odor of sanctity should betray them wherever they are.
A Christianity which will not help those who are struggling from the bottom to the top of society, needs another Christ to die for it.
If we are like Christ, we shall seek, not to absorb, but to reflect the light which falls upon others, and thus we shall become pure and spotless.
No grief has a right to immortality. That ground belongs to joy, to hope, to faith.
The world is to be cleaned by somebody, and you are not called of God if you are ashamed to scrub.
There is no man that lives who does not need to be drilled, disciplined, and developed into something higher and nobler and better than he is by nature. Life is one prolonged birth.
Customs represent the experience of mankind.
The law is a battery, which protects all that is behind it, but sweeps with destruction all that is outside.
Whoever makes home seem to the young dearer and more happy, is a public benefactor.
People of too much sentiment are like fountains, whose overflow keeps a disagreeable puddle about them.
Good men are not those who now and then do a good act, but men who join one good act to another.
The soul is often hungrier than the body and no shop can sell it food.
God’s glory is His goodness.
When leisure is a selfish luxury, its very activity, when it stirs, is apt to be only a kind of indolence taking exercise, that it may the better digest its selfishness.
There are multitudes of persons whose idea of liberty is the right to do what they please, instead of the right of doing that which is lawful and best.
Men have a thousand desires to a bushel of choices.