Thou wayfaring Jesus - a pilgrim and stranger, Exiled from heaven by love at Thy birth: Exiled again from Thy rest in the manger, A fugitive child 'mid the perils of earth - Cheer with Thy fellowship all who are weary, Wandering far from the land that they love: Guide every heart that is homeless and dreary, Safe to its home in Thy presence above.

What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

But this I know. Those who seek Him will do well to look among the poor and the lowly, the sorrowful and the oppressed.

Faith is an adventure; it is the courage of the soul to face the unknown. But that courage springs from the hope and confidence of the soul that its adventure will succeed.

The birth of Jesus is the sunrise in the Bible.

No amount of energy will take the place of thought. A strenuous life with its eyes shut is a kind of wild insanity.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.