I have learned to kiss the waves that throw me up against the Rock of Ages.

I cannot tell you how much I owe to the solemn word of my good mother.

The shop, the barn, the scullery, and the smithy become temples when men and women do all to the glory of God! The "divine service" is not a thing of a few hours and a few places, but all life becomes holiness unto the Lord, and every place and thing, as consecrated as the tabernacle and it's golden candlestick.

Faith goes up the stairs that love has built and looks out the windows which hope has opened.

Christ also takes from us all inclination or power to boast of our national prestige. To me, it is prestige enough to be a Christian--to bear the cross Christ gives me to carry and to follow in the footsteps of the great Crossbearer.

We ought not to tolerate for a minute the ghastly and grievous thought that God will not answer prayer.

I have learned to kiss the waves that throw me up against the Rock of Ages.