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.

His nature is such that our often coming does not tire him. The whole burden of the whole life of every man may be rolled on to God and not weary him, though it has wearied man.

A woman's pity often opens the door to love.

A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.

Grim care, moroseness, anxiety-all this rust of life ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. Mirth is God's medicine.

The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.

There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better; nobler; holier than it knows now.