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

The buried talent is the sunken rock on which most lives strike and founder.

The music of the Gospel leads us home.

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.

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

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.

Holiness is an unselfing of ourselves.