John Wesley quaintly observed that the road to heaven is a narrow path, not intended for wheels, and that to ride in a coach here and to go to heaven hereafter, was a happiness too much for man.

We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.

The imagination is the secret and marrow of civilization. It is the very eye of faith.

Sophistry is the fallacy of argument.

We may cover a multitude of sins with the white robe of charity.

The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul.

Too much looking backward ... is bad for progress.