All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

Teach me to live that I may dread The grace as little as my bed.

If errors must be tolerated, say some, then men may do what they please, without control. No means, it seems, must be used to reclaim them. But is gospel conviction no means? Hath the sword of discipline no edge? Is there no means of instruction in the New Testament established, but a prison and a halter?

Language shapes the way we think, and determines what we can think about.

Do sometimes sink with their own weights.

For, behold, the Lord, the Lord of hosts, doth take away from Jerusalem and from Judah the stay and the staff, the whole stay of bread, and the whole stay of water.

I took the wren's nest;-- Heaven forgive me! Its merry architects so small Had scarcely finished their wee hall, That empty still, and nest and fair, Hung idly in the summer air.

That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed with profit.

It takes two to speak the truth - one to speak and another to hear. -Thoreau.

Out, you impostors! Quack salving, cheating mountebanks! your skill Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.

Most people are willing to pay more to be amused than to be educated.

I go for two kinds of men. The kind with muscles, and the kind without.

What plant we in this apple tree? Sweets for a hundred flowery springs To load the May-wind's restless wings, When, from the orchard-row, he pours Its fragrance through our open doors; A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree.

It is better to fall among crows than flatterers; for those devour only the dead -- these the living.

say that your main crop is the forest.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

Hark! the bonny Christ-Church bells, One, two, three, four, five, six; They sound so woundy great, So wound'rous sweet, And they troul so merrily.

A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.

This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.

He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.