Tribulation will not hurt you, unless as it too often does; it hardens you and makes you sour, narrow and skeptical

Genius is the accumulated wealth of our humanity--its most intense development concentrated at one point, and then with clearer expression and with mysterious power shot back to us across the galvanic lines of thought and feeling.

The minister should preach as if he felt that although the congregation own the church, and have bought the pews, they have not bought him. His soul is worth no more than any other man's, but it is all he has, and he cannot be expected to sell it for a salary. The terms are by no means equal. If a parishioner does not like the preaching, he can go elsewhere and get another pew, but the preacher cannot get another soul.

Tomorrow may never come to us. We do not live in tomorrow. We cannot find it in any of our title-deeds. The man who owns whole blocks of real estate, and great ships on the sea, does not own a single minute of tomorrow. Tomorrow! It is a mysterious possibility, not yet born. It lies under the seal of midnight-behind the veil of glittering constellations.

No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.

In the matter of faith, we have the added weight of hope to that of reason in the convictions which we sustain relating to a future state.

Some people habitually wear sadness, like a garment, and think it a becoming grace. God loves a cheerful worshipper.