Press on! for in the grave there is no work and no device. Press on! while yet you may.

A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart rendered to God for his goodness.

At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.

He who binds his soul to knowledge, steals the key of heaven.

If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.