Love is the only fire that is hot enough to melt the iron obstinacy of a creatures's will.

Why should we live halfway up the hill and swathed in the mists, when we might have an unclouded sky and a radiant sun over our heads if we would climb higher and walk in the light of His face?

To pursue joy is to lose it. The only way to get it is to follow steadily the path of duty.

Death is but a passage. It is not a house, it is only a vestibule. The grave has a door on its inner side.

The grace of God, says Luther, "is like a flying summer shower." It has fallen upon more than one land, and passed on. Judea had it, and lies barren and dry. These Asiatic coasts had it, and flung it away.

I am satisfied, for I awake in Thy likeness.

He who has the Holy Spirit in His heart and the Scripture in his hands has all he needs.