It is for men to choose whether they will govern themselves or be governed.

When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.

Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.

Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.

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.

Do not be troubled because you have not great virtues. God made a million spears of grass where He made one tree. The earth is fringed and carpeted, not with forests, but with grasses. Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero or a saint.

Undoubtedly we render our consciences callous by evil indulgences; but we cannot entirely subdue that still, small voice.