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.

There is no university for a Christian, like that of sorrow and trial

Prayer irrigates the fields of life with the waters which are stored up in the reservoirs of promise.

Christians are not so much in danger when they are persecuted as when they are admired.

The greater our present trials, the louder will our future songs be, and the more intense our joyful gratitude.

The vendors of flowers in the streets of London are wont to commend them to customers by crying: "All a blowing and a growing." It would be no small praise to Christians if we could say as much for them.

When I have found intense pain relieved, a weary brain soothed, and calm refreshing sleep obtained by a cigar, I have felt grateful to God, and have blessed His name.