The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.

Everyone has conscience enough to hate; few have religion enough to love.

The diameter of each day is measured by the stretch of thought - not by the rising and setting of the sun.

There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better; nobler; holier than it knows now.

To the covetous man life is a nightmare, and God lets him wrestle with it as best he may.

No grace can save any man unless he helps himself.

We are always on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.