Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.
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.
Life would be a perpetual flea hunt if a man were obliged to run down all the innuendoes, inveracities, and insinuations and misrepresentations which are uttered against him.
As long as society is absolutely divided as milk is, the cream being at the top and the impoverished milk at the bottom, so long will society be unbalanced, and liable to be thrown into convulsions out of which will spring wars. A circulation throughout keeps it in health.
When a nation's young men are conservative, its funeral bell is already rung.
It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.
Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?
Christianity is simply the ideal form of manhood represented to us by Jesus Christ.
We go to the grave of a friend saying, "A man is dead," but angels throng about him saying, "A man is born."
If one asks me the meaning of our flag, I say to him: It means all that the Constitution of our people, organizing for justice, for liberty, and for happiness, meant. Our flag carries American ideas, American history and American feelings. This American flag was the safeguard of liberty. It was an ordinance of liberty by the people, for the people. That it meant, that it means, and, by the blessing of God, that it shall mean to the end of time!
What if the leaves were to fall a-weeping, and say, "It will be so painful for us to be pulled from our stalks, when autumn comes?" Foolish fear! Summer goes, and autumn succeeds. The glory of death is upon the leaves; and the gentlest breeze that blows takes them softly and silently from the bough, and they float slowly down, like fiery sparks, upon the moss.
If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road
We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
Home should be the center of joy, equatorial and tropical.
As the cream abandons the milk from which it took its life, and rises to the top and rides there, so men, because they are richer than those around about them, separate themselves, and all mankind below them they regard as skim milk.
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
The sphere that is deepest, most unexplored, and most unfathomable, the wonder and glory of God's thought and hand, is our own soul!
Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.
Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time.
He that does not know how wisely to meddle with public affairs in preaching the gospel, does not know how to preach the gospel.
As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man's substance with invisible teeth.
You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
Education is only like good culture,--it changes the size, but not the sort.
If a man can have only one kind of sense, let him have common sense. If he has that and uncommon sense too, he is not far from genius.
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