This is and has been the Father's work from the beginning-to bring us into the home of His heart.

Man's rank is his power to uplift.

As in all sweetest music, a tinge of sadness was in every note. Nor do we know how much of the pleasures even of life we owe to the intermingled sorrows. Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths, although deepest truth must be deepest joy.

Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths. Cometh white-robed Sorrow, stooping and wan, and flingeth wide the door she must not enter.

Forgiveness is the giving, and so the receiving, of life.

God is the God of the animals in a far lovelier way, I suspect, than many of us dare to think, but he will not be the God of a man by making a good beast of him.

I believe that no hell will be lacking which would help the just mercy of God to redeem his children.