Now and then, when I look round on my books, they seem to waver as if a wind rippled their solid mass, and another world were about to break through.

Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again

God hides nothing. His very work from the beginning is revelation--a casting aside of veil after veil, a showing unto men of truth after truth. On and on from fact Divine He advances, until at length in His Son Jesus He unveils His very face.

Well, perhaps; but I begin to think there are better things than being comfortable.

I believe in fate, never in chance.

Until a man has love, it is well he should have fear. So long as there are wild beasts about, it is better to be afraid than secure.

The time for speaking seldom arrives, the time for being never departs.