Come, come to Him who made thy heart; Come weary and oppressed; To come to Jesus is thy part; His part, to give thee rest.

I know my Easts and Tom Brown, you see, and they're never happy unless their morality is being tried in the furnace and they can feel they are doing the right Christian thing and never mind the consequences to anyone else.

It is simply absurd to say you believe, or even want to believe, in Him, if you do not do anything He tells you.

No man can make haste to be rich without going against the will of God, in which case it is the one frightful thing to be successful.

I tell you, there are more worlds, and more doors to them, than you will think of in many years!

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

I believe in fate, never in chance.