Only a very few can be learned, but all can be Christian, all can be devout, and – I shall boldly add – all can be theologians.

The wedlocks of minds will be greater than that of bodies.

...it is a sneaking piece of cowardice for authors to put feigned names to their works, as if, like bastards of their brain, they were afraid to own them.

Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and running to seed.

Bidden or unbidden, God is present.

So our student will flit like a busy bee through the entire garden of literature, light on every blossom, collect a little nectar from each, and carry it to his hive.

Eagles don't catch flies.