So we fall asleep in Jesus. We have played long enough at the games of life, and at last we feel the approach of death. We are tired out, and we lay our heads back on the bosom of Christ, and quietly fall asleep.

Men do not avail themselves of the riches of God's grace. They love to nurse their cares, and seem as uneasy without some fret as an old friar would be without his hair girdle. They are commanded to cast their cares upon the Lord, but even when they attempt it, they do not fail to catch them up again, and think it meritorious to walk burdened.

I think you might dispense with half your doctors if you would only consult Dr. Sun more.

God is a being who gives everything but punishment in over measure.

Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.

Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.

A cunning man overreaches no one half as much as himself.