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

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.

Seek to cultivate a buoyant, joyous sense of the crowded kindnesses of God in your daily life.

In heaven after ages of ages of growing glory, we shall have to say, as each new wave of the shoreless, sunlit sea bears us onward, It doth not yet appear what we shall be.

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

Let the current of your being set towards God, then your life will be filled and calmed by one master-passion which unites and stills the soul.

In making our decisions, we must use the brains that God has given us. But we must also use our hearts which He also gave us. A man who has not learned to say, No -who is not resolved that he will take God's way, in spite of every dog that can bay or bark at him, in spite of every silvery choice that woos him aside-will be a weak and a wretched man till he dies.