Periodical godliness is perpetual hypocrisy.

I know nothing that can so comfort the soul, so calm the swelling billows of grief and sorrow, so speak peace to the winds of trial, as a devout musing upon the subject of the Godhead.

Immanuel, God with us in our nature, in our sorrow, in our lifework, in our punishment, in our grave, and now with us, or rather we with Him, in resurrection, ascension, triumph, and Second Advent splendor.

Before you can teach children, you must get the silver key of kindness to unlock their hearts, and so secure their attention.

Thankfulness makes much of little.

Sin and Hell are married unless repentance proclaims the divorce.

The more of heaven there is in our lives, the less of earth we shall covet.