I THINK the moments we are nearest to heaven are those we spend at the Lord’s table.

Prayer gives a channel to the pent-up sorrows of the soul, they flow away, and in their stead streams of sacred delight pour into the heart.

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

True prayer is measured by weight, not by length

My soul has learned yet more fully than ever, this day, that there is no satisfaction to be found in earthly things-God alone can give rest to my spirit.

I would not choose to go where I would be afraid to die, nor could I bear to live without a good hope for hereafter.

We live charmed lives if we are living in the center of God's will. All the attacks that Satan can hurl against us are not only powerless to harm us, but are turned into blessing on the way.