Prayer is so mighty an instrument that no one ever thoroughly mastered all its keys. They sweep along the infinite scale of man's wants and God's goodness. — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
That special substance according to whose mass and degree of development all the creatures of this world take rank in the scale of creation, is not bone, but brain. — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
They were, I doubt not, happy enough in their dark stalls, because they were horses, and had plenty to eat; and I was at… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
The six thousand years of human history form but a portion of the geologic day that is passing over us: they do not extend… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
It is an excellent circumstance that hospitality grows best where it is most needed. In the thick of men it dwindles and disappears, life… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
But should we continue to linger amid a scene so featureless and wild, or venture adown some yawning opening into the abyss beneath, where… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
Save for thee and thy lessons, man in society would everywhere sink into a sad compound of the fiend and the wild beast; and… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
The primary rocks, ... I regard as the deposits of a period in which the earth's crust had sufficiently cooled down to permit the… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
It is an excellent circumstance that hospitality grows best where it is most needed. — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
Donald had reached its further edge, and could hear the rush of the stream from the deep obscurity of the abyss below, when there… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
The geologist, in those tables of stone which form his records, finds no examples of dynasties once passed away again returning. There has no… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
But, in truth, the existing premises, wholly altered by geologic science, are no longer those of Hume. The footprint on the sand — to… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
Prayer is so mighty an instrument that no one ever thoroughly mastered all its keys. They sweep along the infinite scale of man's wants… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
