The name of Abraham Lincoln is imperishable.

We shall see our friends again. We can lay them in the grave; we know they are safe with God.

If you live for your children, they may be smitten down and leave you desolate, or, what is far worse, they may desert you and leave you worse than childless in a cold and unfeeling world.

If, then, knowledge be power, how much more power to we gain through the agency of faith, and what elevation must it give to human character.

If you live for any joy on earth, you may be forsaken; but, oh, live for Jesus, and he will never forsake you!

Human nature is the same now as when Adam hid from the presence of God; the consciousness of wrong makes us unwilling to meet those whom we have offended.

Sanctification is not regeneration.

There is a contest old as Eden, which still goes on - the conflict between right and wrong, between error and truth. In this conflict every human being has a part.

If, then, faith widens the connections, it elevates the man.

Angels are spirits, flames of fire; they are higher than man, they have wider connections.

We ourselves can die with comfort and even with joy if we know that death is but a passport to blessedness, that this intellect, freed from all material chains, shall rise and shine.

We must seek together to address the good aspirations of people everywhere, for we are bound together through great commonality.

Travel doesn't merely broaden the mind. It makes the mind.

Thomson's views on the recent age of the world have been for some time one of my sorest troubles.

Every creative person can draft into service those around them who exhibit the right mixture of intelligence, insight, and grace.

Computing lets people express their creativity and unlock solutions, and code is computing's universal language. All young people, including girls, deserve to be fluent in the language of the future.

I'm afraid of NOTHING except being bored!

For twenty-five centuries, Western knowledge has tried to look upon the world. It has failed to understand that the world is not for the beholding. It is for hearing. It is not legible, but audible.

My folks are hilarious extroverts and have always been very supportive of all my artistic endeavors. I'm really lucky to come from such an encouraging family.

We are at heart so profoundly anarchistic that the only form of state we can imagine living in is Utopian; and so cynical that the only Utopia we can believe in is authoritarian.

Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.