Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength.
The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
No man is more cheated than the selfish man.
God bless the good-natured, for they bless everybody else.
You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.
Hope is sweet-minded and sweet-eyed. It draws pictures; it weaves fancies; it fills the future with delight.
A mother has, perhaps, the hardest earthly lot; and yet no mother worthy of the name ever gave herself thoroughly for her child who did not feel that, after all, she reaped what she had sown.
It is not the going out of port, but the coming in, that determines the success of a voyage.
Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
A man that does not know how to be angry does not know how to be good.
The true secret of giving advice is, after you have honestly given it, to be perfectly indifferent whether it is taken or not, and never persist in trying to set people right.
The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.
Every charitable act is a stepping stone toward heaven.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another’s heart, or its flame burns low.
Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.
If a man cannot be a Christian in the place where he is, he cannot be a Christian anywhere.
A man’s character is the reality of himself; his reputation, the opinion others have formed about him; character resides in him, reputation in other people; that is the substance, this is the shadow.
Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.