That Endless Book, The Newspaper,

The Mere Wit Is Only A Human Bauble. He Is To Life What Bells Are To Horses-not Expected To Draw The Load, But Only To Jingle While The Horses Draw.

Christians Should Be Like A Flower Store: The Odor Of Sanctity Should Betray Them Wherever They Are.

Many Yet Are The Secret Truths Of God Which Will Be Unfolded As They Are Needed.

Not That Which Men Do Worthily, But That Which They Do Successfully, Is What History Makes Haste To Record.

I Beseech You To Correct One Fault - Severe Speech Of Others; Never Speak Evil Of Any Man, No Matter What The Facts May Be.