Quotes from T. De Witt Talmage, 1884

With several of them the game of life is ended and they have gone to bed under the willows. Their lips have taken the sacrament of the dust.

We cannot afford to be anchorites. There is no such thing as being happy ourselves unless we make others happy.

Pitch your tents toward the sunrising!

Why does the orange blossom kiss the breeze? Because the breeze first kisses the orange blossom.