Every sin is a mistake, as well as a wrong; and the epitaph for the sinner is, "Thou fool!"

Man's course begins in a garden, but it ends in a city.

Do not let the loud utterances of your own wills anticipate, nor drown, the still, small voice in which God speaks. Bridle impatience till He does. If you cannot hear His whisper, wait till you do. Take care of running before you are sent. Keep your wills in equipoise till God's hand gives the impulse and direction.

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

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?

You cannot put patience and experience into a parenthesis, and, omitting them, bring hope out of tribulation.

Here is the manliness of manhood, that a man has a good reason for what he does, and has a will in doing it.