Things come to the poor that can't get in at the door of the rich. Their money somehow blocks it up. It is a great privilege to be poor--one that no man covets, and brat a very few have sought to retain, but one that yet many have learned to prize.

Affliction is but the shadow of God's wing.

It is the heart that is not sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in His presence.

God Himself - His thoughts, His will, His love, His judgments are men's home. To think His thoughts, to choose His will, to judge His judgments, and thus to know that He is in us, with us, is to be at home.

Only he knew that to be left alone is not always to be forsaken.

And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay.

Do not measure God's mind by your own.