By perseverance the snail reached the ark.

God gave us sleep to remind us we are not him.

God has a way of giving by the cartloads to those who give away by shovelfuls.

I can admire the solemn and stately language of worship that recognizes the greatness of God, but it will not warm my heart or express my soul until it has also blended therewith the joyful nearness of that perfect love that casts out fear and ventures to speak with our Father in heaven as a child speaks with its father on earth. My brother, no veil remains.

We should shun ingratitude, and live daily in the heavenly atmosphere of thankful love.

If you can sin and not weep over it, you are an heir of Hell. If you can go into sin, and afterwards feel satisfied to have done so, you are on the road to destruction. If there are no prickings of conscience, no inward torments, no bleeding wounds; if you have no throbs and heavings of a bosom that cannot rest; if your soul never feels filled with wormwood and gall when you know you have done evil, you are no child of God.

The best style of prayer is that which cannot be called anything else but a cry.