The brightest crowns that are worn in heaven have been tried, and smelted, and polished and glorified through the furnaces of tribulation.

The individual and the race are always moving, and as we drift into new latitudes new lights open in the heaven more immediately over us.

Heaven never defaults. The wicked are sure of their wages, sooner or later.

Man gains wider dominion by his intellect than by his right arm. The mustard-seed of thought is a pregnant treasury of vast results. Like the germ in the Egyptian tombs its vitality never perishes; and its fruit will spring up after it has been buried for long ages.

A life is black, whiten it as you will.

However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.

It is a great thing, when our Gethsemane hours come, when the cup of bitterness is pressed to our lips ... to feel that it is not fate, that it is not necessity, but divine love for good ends working upon us.