When filled with holy truth the mind rests.

Time, how short-eternity, how long! Death, how brief-immortali ty, how endless!

It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.

May your character not be a writing upon the sand, but an inscription upon the rock!

The Holy Spirit can cast out the evil spirit of the fear of man. He can make the coward brave.

A prayerless church member is a hindrance. He is in the body like a rotting bone or a decayed tooth. Before long, since he does not contribute to the benefit of his brethren, he will become a danger and a sorrow to them. Neglect of private prayer is the locust which devours the strength of the church.

Oh that I could have the cross painted on my eyeballs, that I could not see anything except through the medium of my Savior’s passion!