Faith is the very heroism and enterprise of intellect. Faith is not a passivity, but a faculty. Faith is power, the material of effect. Faith is a kind of winged intellect. The great work men of history have been men who believed like giants.

It is all a mistake that we cannot be good and manly without being scrupulously and studiously good. There is too much mechanism about our virtue.

Hell is both sides of the tomb, and a devil may be respectable and wear good clothes.

Little works, little thoughts, little loves, little prayers for little Christians, and larger and larger as the years grow.

Character is the impulse reined down into steady continuance.

Faith is a kind of winged intellect. The great workmen of history have been men who believed like giants.

The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.