Our misery is that we thirst so little for these sublime things, and so much for the mocking trifles of time and space.

Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a piece of orange-peel.

The greatest works are done by the ones. The hundreds do not often do much, the companies never; it is the units, the single individuals, that are the power and the might.

If any of you should ask me for an epitome of the Christian religion, I should say that it is in one word- Prayer. Live and die without prayer, and you will pray long enough when you get to hell.

God had one Son without sin, but not a single child without the rod

Show me the business man or institution not guided by sentiment and service; by the idea that "he profits most who serves best" and I will show you a man or an outfit that is dead or dying.