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

The great fact is, that life is a service. The only question is, "Whom will we serve?

There's a wideness in God's mercy Like the wideness of the sea Oratory Hymns.

There are no disappointments to those whose wills are buried in the will of God.

Poor human nature cannot do everything; and kindness is too often left uncultivated, because men do not sufficiently understand its value. Men may be charitable, yet not kind; merciful, yet not kind; self-denying, yet not kind. If they would add a little common kindness to their uncommon graces, they would convert ten where they now only abate the prejudice of one.

Many there are who, while they bear the name of Christians, are totally unacquainted with the power of their divine religion. But for their crimes the Gospel is in no wise answerable. Christianity is with them a geographical, not a descriptive, appellation.

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