Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith. We should live for the future, and yet should find our life in the fidelities of the present; the last is only the method of the first.

“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”

If Christ is not divine, every impulse of the Christian world falls to a lower octave, and light and love and hope decline.

God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness.

Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven.

Adversity, if for no other reason, is of benefit, since it is sure to bring a season of sober reflection. People see clearer at such times. Storms purify the atmosphere.

All work and no plagiarism makes for dull sermons!