But I begin to think the chief difficulty in writing a book must be to keep out what does not belong to it.
I am an emptiness for Thee to fill; my soul a cavern for Thy sea
Anything big enough to occupy our minds is big enough to hang a prayer on.
Truth is truth, whether from the lips of Jesus or Balaam.
Afflictions are but the shadows of God's wings.
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.