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.

The Bible is God's chart for you to steer by, to keep you from the bottom of the sea, and to show you where the harbor is, and how to reach it without running on rocks or bars.

A grindstone that had not grit in it, how long would it take to sharpen an ax? And affairs that had not grit in them, how long would they take to make a man?

No grace can save any man unless he helps himself.

Nothing is orderly till man takes hold of it. Everything in creation lies around loose.

Nowhere else can one find so miscellaneous, so various, an amount of knowledge as is contained in a good newspaper.

Selfishness is that detestable vice which no one will forgive in others, and no one is without himself.