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.

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

Some of His children must go into the furnace to testify that the Son of God is there with them.

Go home and say to yourself, ‘I am a wayward, foolish child. But He loves me! I have disobeyed and grieved Him ten thousand times. But He loves me! I have lost faith in some of my dearest friends and am very desolate. But He loves me! I do not love Him, I am even angry with Him! But He loves me!

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.

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!

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