It sweetens every bit of work to think that I am doing it in humble, far-off, yet real imitation of Jesus.

The longer I live the more conscious I am of human frailty, and of the constant, overwhelming need we all have of God’s grace.

If the loss of your fortune gains Christ for you, it will be a beautiful loss.

Not till I was shut up to prayer and to the study of God's word by the loss of earthly joys sickness destroying the flavor of them all did I begin to penetrate the mystery that is learned under the cross. And wondrous as it is, how simple is this mystery! To love Christ, and to know that I love Him this is all.

Ah, what a life is theirs who live in Christ; How vast the mystery! Reaching in height to heaven, and in its depth The unfathomed sea!

The question is not whether you ever gave yourself to God, but whether you are His now.

The thorny path bears some of the sweetest flowers that adorn life. And when with naked, bleeding feet we walk upon a flinty soil, we often find diamonds.