God is the explanation of all things.

Even yet Christ Jesus has to lie out in waste places very often, because there is no room for him in the inn--no room for him in our hearts, because of our worldliness. There is no room for him even in our politics and religion. There is no room in the inn, and we put him in the manger, and he lies outside our faith, coldly and dimly conceived by us.

The highest genius never flowers in satire, but culminates in sympathy with that which is best in human nature, and appeals to it.

There are daily martyrdoms occurring of more or less self-abnegation, and of which the world knows nothing.

Let us not fear that the issues of natural science shall be scepticism or anarchy. Through all God's works there runs a beautiful harmony. The remotest truth in his universe is linked to that which lies nearest the Throne.

A day! It has risen upon us from the great deep of eternity, girt round with wonder; emerging from the womb of darkness; a new creation of life and light spoken into being by the word of God.

A great many men - some comparatively small men now - if put in the right position, would be Luthers and Columbuses.