The Christian is the most contented man in the world, but he is the least contented with the world. He is like a traveler in an inn, perfectly satisfied with the inn and its accommodation, considering it as an inn, but putting quite out of all consideration the idea of making it his home.

The right way usually lies between two extremes: it is the narrow channel between the rock and the whirlpool.

Long ago I ceased to count heads. Truth is usually in the minority in this evil world

The Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. It is the most grievous sentence of the three, but it overflows with comfort. Strange is it that where misery was concentrated mercy reigned; where sorrow reached her climax weary souls find rest.

The truest lengthening of life is to live while we live, wasting no time but using every hour for the highest ends. So be it this day.

You cannot make a sinner into a saint by killing him. He who does not live as a saint here will never live as a saint hereafter.

May your convictions be deep, your love real, and your desires earnest