Above all things, I delight in listening to stories, and sometimes in telling them.

Somehow, I can't say how, it tells me that all is right; that it is coming to swallow up all cries.

The whole history of the Christian life is a series of resurrections. . . . Every time we find our hearts are troubled, that we are not rejoicing in God, a resurrection must follow; a resurrection out of the night of troubled thought into the gladness of the truth.

A man's real belief is that which he lives by. What a man believes is the thing he does, not the thing he thinks.

To say on the authority of the Bible that God does a thing no honourable man would do, is to lie against God; to say that it is therefore right, is to lie against the very spirit of God.

Ah, what is it we send up thither, where our thoughts are either a dissonance or a sweetness and a grace?

Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.