“What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.”

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man’s roots are planted in night as in a soil.

The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.

There is a power in the human mind to see things as they are but there is equally a power to see things as they might be.

Spreading Christianity abroad is sometimes an excuse for not having it at home.

It usually takes a hundred years to make a law, and then, after it has done its work; it usually takes a hundred years to get rid of it.

He that does not know how wisely to meddle with public affairs in preaching the gospel, does not know how to preach the gospel.

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

No grace can save any man unless he helps himself.

Happiness is not the end of life: character is.

Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?

Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.

The law is a battery, which protects all that is behind it, but sweeps with destruction all that is outside.

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hard put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.

Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.

Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.

Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.