Many men want wealth,--not a competence alone, but a live-story competence. Everything subserves this; and religion they would like as a sort of lightning-rod to their houses, to ward off by and by the bolts of Divine wrath.

Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.

Work is not a curse, but drudgery is.

You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.

Our days are a kaleidoscope. Every instant a change takes place in the contents. New harmonies, new contrasts, new combinations of every sort. Nothing ever happens twice alike. The most familiar people stand each moment in some new relation to each other, to their work, to surrounding objects. The most tranquil house, with the most serene inhabitants, living upon the utmost regularity of system, is yet exemplifying infinite diversities.

God's sovereignty is not in His right hand; God's sovereignty is not in His intellect; God's sovereignty is in His love.

God sends experience to paint men's portraits.