Kind words are the music of the world.

We must have passed through life unobservantly, if we have never perceived that a man is very much himself what he thinks of others.

Each hour comes with some little faggot of God's will fastened upon its back.

We strain hardest for things which are almost but not quite within our reach.

There is a grace of kind listening, as well as a grace of kind speaking.

We must remember that if all the manifestly good men were on one side and all the manifestly bad men on the other, there would be no danger of anyone, least of all the elect, being deceived by lying wonders. It is the good men, good once, we must hope good still, who are to do the work of Anti-Christ and so sadly to crucify the Lord afresh.... Bear in mind this feature of the last days, that this deceitfulness arises from good men being on the wrong side.

Kind words produce happiness. How often have we ourselves been made happy by kind words, in a manner and to an extent which we are unable to explain!