In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?
Forgiveness saves the expense of anger.
We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.
No man ever repented of being a Christian on his death bed.
All reformations seem formidable before they are attempted.
Affliction is a sort of moral gymnasium in which the disciples of Christ are trained to robust exercise, hardy exertion, and severe conflict.