Love is ownership. We own whom we love. The universe is God's because He loves.

The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.

Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.

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.

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are filled with earthy and material things.

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

Love is God's loaf; and this is that feeding for which we are taught to pray, "Give us this day our daily bread."