Humility is the proper estimate of oneself.

If we never have headaches through rebuking our children, we shall have plenty of heartaches when they grow up.

A village is a hive of glass, where nothing unobserved can pass.

Is there nothing to sing about to-day? Then borrow a song from tomorrow; sing of what is yet to be. Is this world dreary? Then think of the next.

We may be certain that whatever God has made prominent in His Word, He intended to be conspicuous in our lives.

We must school and train ourselves to deal personally with the unconverted. We must not excuse ourselves, but force ourselves to the irksome task until it becomes easy.

I am but of yesterday, and know nothing.