*Think all you speak; but speak not all you think:/Thoughts are your own; your words are so no more./Where wisdom steers, wind cannot make you sink:/Lips never err, when she does keep the door. Delaune.

*Boys flying kites haul in their white winged birds;/You can't do that way when you're flying words./"Careful with fire," is good advice, we know./Careful with words," is ten times so./Thoughts expressed may sometimes fall back dead;/But God Himself can't kill them when they're said. Will Carleton.

*Men's fortunes are oftener made by their tongues than by their virtues... Sir Walter Raleigh.

*For my own part, I am apt to join in the opinion with those who believe that all the regions of Nature swarm with spirits, and that we have multitudes of spectators on all our actions when we think ourselves most alone. Addison.

*As a dead man cannot inherit an estate, no more can a dead soul inherit heaven. The soul must be resurrected in Christ. D.L. Moody.

*As the reflections of our pride upon our defects are bitter, disheartening, and vexatious, so the return of the soul towards God is peaceful and sustained by confidence. You will find by experience how much more your progress will be aided by this simple, peaceful turning towards God, than by all your chagrin and spite at the faults that exist in you. Fenelon.

*To bear adversity with meek submission to the will of God; to endure chastisement with all long-suffering and joyfulness; to appear cheerful amid surrounding gloom, hopeful amidst desponding circumstances, happy in God when there is nothing else to make us happy; he who does this has indeed made great advances in the divine life. John Angel James.

*Progress, in the sense of acquisition, is something; but progress in the sense of being, is a great deal more. To grow higher, deeper, wider, as the years go on; to conquer difficulties, and acquire more and more power, to feel all one's faculties unfolding and truth descending into the soul,--this makes life worth living. J.F. Clarke.

*The life of a godly man is like a river, not like a stagnant pool or a dead sea. It is ever in motion, sometimes sparkling in the sunbeam, and sometimes shivering in the clouds; sometimes chanting through scenery as beautiful as Eden, and sometimes moaning through districts of miserable desolation; sometimes clear as the day, and sometimes black as the night. Still it is ever moving to its ocean destiny--progress is its law, infinitude is its home. David Thomas.

*You are born supernaturally through faith, by the grace of God, into the kingdom of righteousness; but you are born a little babe, that is all; and if you make any progress from that point on, it must be by work, by sacrifice, by the practice of Christian virtues, by benevolence, by self-denial, by resisting the adversary, by making valiant war for God and against sin; and on no other basis, am I authorized in giving you a hope that you may come to manhood int Christ Jesus. C.H. Fowler.

*Spirituality is best manifested on the ground, not in the air. Rapturous day-dreams, flights of heavenly fancy, longings to see the Invisible, are less expensive than the doing of duty. To have bread excite thankfulness and a drink of water send the heart to God is better than sighs for the unattainable. To plow a straight furrow on Monday or dust a room well on Tuesday or kiss a bumped forehead on Wednesday is worth more than the most ecstatic thrill under Sunday eloquence. Spirituality is seeing God in common things, and showing God in common tasks. Maltbie Babcock.

*Spite is a little word, but it represents as strange a jumble of feelings and compound of discords, as any polysyllable in the language. Dickens.

*Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees. Cowper.

*Airs, vernal airs, breathing the smell of fields and grove, attune the trembling leaves. Milton.

*Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the spring,--the great annual miracle of the blossoming of Aaron's rod, repeated on myriads and myriads of branches! Longfellow.

*I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,/If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,/If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun,/And crocus fires are kindling one by one. Christina G. Rossetti.

*For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. SOS 2:11-12.

*Were the barbarous old law now in force that punished the body of the suicide for the offence of his soul, we should find many a Mount Auburn at the cross-roads. Horace Mann.

*And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood. Bryant.

*Ah, sunflower, weary of time,/Who countest the steps of the sun,/Seeking after that sweet golden clime/Where the traveller's journey is done. William Blake.

*And lo! in a flash of crimson splendor, with blazing scarlet clouds running before his chariot, and heralding his majestic approach, God's sun rises upon the world. Thackeray.

*(Sunset:) The death-bed of a day, how beautiful. Bailey.

*It is impossible to diminish poverty by the multiplication of its effects, for, manage as we may, misery and suffering will always cleave to the border of superfluity. Jacobi.

*What does that man want who has enough? Or what is he the better for abundance that can never be satisfied? L'Estrange.

*There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten. George Eliot.

*Don't seem to be on the lookout for crows, else you'll set other people watching. George Eliot.

*Many...provoke others to overreach them by excessive suspicion; their extraordinary distrust in some sort justifies the deceit. Seneca.

*There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect. Thoreau.

*Suspicion is far more apt to be wrong than right; oftener unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, always an enemy to happiness. Hosea Ballou.

*It is hardly possible to suspect another without having in one's self the seeds of baseness the party is accused of. Stanislaus.

*No man can love the person he suspects. South.

*Surmise is the gossamer that malice blows on fair reputations, the corroding dew that destroys the choice blossom. Surmise is primarily the squint of suspicion, and suspicion is established before it is confirmed. Zimmerman.

*As to the pure all things are pure, even so to the impure all things are impure. Hare.

*Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load. Charles H. Parkhurst.

*What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say. Shakespeare.

*More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us. George Eliot.

*If thou art something, bring thy soul and interchange with mine. Schiller.

*Nothing precludes sympathy so much as a perfect indifference to it. Hazlitt.

*We are governed by sympathy; and the extent of our sympathy is determined by that of our sensibility. Hazlitt.

*True sympathy is beyond what can be seen and touched and reasoned upon. Mrs. Campbell Praed.

*Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound. Byron.

*The secret of language is the secret of sympathy, and its full charm is possible only to the gentle. Ruskin.

*One [person] pins me to the wall, while with another I walk among the stars. Emerson.

*Ah! thank heaven, travelers find Samaritans as well as Levites on life's hard way. Thackeray.

*How in the turmoil of life can love stand,/Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand. Longfellow.

*The more we know, the better we forgive; whoe'er feels deeply, feels for all who live. Mme. de Stael.

*To commiserate is sometimes more than to give; for money is external to a man's self, but he who bestows compassion communicates his own soul. Mountford.

*A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track--but one inch between wreck and smooth-rolling prosperity. Beecher.

*Sympathetic people are often uncommunicative about themselves; they give back reflected images which hide their own depths. George Eliot.

*A face which is always serene possesses a mysterious and powerful attraction; sad hearts come to us as to the sun to warm themselves again. Joseph Roux.

*To rejoice in another's prosperity is to give content to your own lot; to mitigate another's grief is to alleviate or dispel your own. T. Edwards.

*True sympathy is putting ourselves in another's place; and we are moved in proportion to the reality of our imagination. Hosea Ballou.

*Be willing to pity the misery of the stranger! Thou givest today thy bread to the poor; tomorrow the poor may give it to thee. Michaelis.

*Outward things don't give; they draw out. You find in them what you bring to them. A cathedral makes only the devotional feel devotional; scenery refines only the fine-minded. Charles Buxton.

*The capacity of sorrow belongs to our grandeur, and the loftiest of our race are those who have had the profoundest sorrows. Henry Giles.

*Something the heart must have to cherish,/Must love, and joy, and sorrow learn;/Something with passion clasp or perish,/And in itself to ashes burn. Longfellow.

*Whom the heart of man shuts out,/Sometimes the heart of God takes in,/And fences them all round about/With silence 'mid the world's loud din. James Russell Lowell.

*For I no sooner in my heart divin'd,/My heart, which by a secret harmony/Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet. Milton.

*Helpless mortal! Thine arm can destroy thousands at once, but cannot enclose even two of thy fellow-creatures at once in the embrace of love and sympathy! Richter.