Thou, Everlasting Strength, hast set Thyself forth to bear our burdens. May we bear Thy cross, and bearing that; find there is nothing else to bear; and touching that cross, find that instead of taking away our strength, it adds thereto. Give us faith for darkness, for trouble, for sorrow, for bereavement, for disappointment; give us a faith that will abide though the earth itself should pass away--a faith for living, a faith for dying.

The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.

Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.

Flattery is praise insincerely given for an interested purpose.

Refinement that carries us away from our fellow-men is not God's refinement.

When God thought of mother, He must have laughed with satisfaction, and framed it quickly - so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty, was the conception.

Good-nature is one of the richest fruits of true Christianity.