Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins

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

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.

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

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