“Death is the Christian’s vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.”

The beginning is the promise of the end.

The things that hurt us teach us.

There is tonic in the things that men do not love to hear. Free speech is to a great people what the winds are to oceans and where free speech is stopped miasma is bred, and death comes fast.

The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!

True elegance becomes the more so as it approaches simplicity.

You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.

There are persons so radiant, so genial, so kind, so pleasure-bearin g, that you instinctively feel in their presence that they do you good; whose coming into a room is like bringing a lamp there.

We need not fear shipwreck when God is the pilot.

See to it that each hour’s feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.

It is not when the cable lies coiled up on the deck that you know how strong or how weak it is; it is when it is put to the test.

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.

It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.

People may talk about the equality of the sexes! They are not equal. The silent smile of a sensible, loving woman will vanquish ten men.

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.

Death is the end of a lifetime, not the end of a relationship.

And here I am, dying in my bed, like cattle die. May the eyes of cowards never sleep.

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun.

If I lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died.

Just in case you get pneumonia or die. The dangerous bits are always the last days of shooting.

If you’re just letting the time pass at your job, it’s just dead time and you’ll never get it back. If at that job you’re learning and you’re observing and you’re seeing about people and connections, it’s suddenly alive time.

Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.