Brethren, we are all sailing home; and by and by, when we are not thinking of it, some shadowy thing (men call it death), at midnight, will pass by, and will call us by name, and will say, "I have a message for you from home; God wants you; heaven waits for you.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

It is not in the nature of true greatness to be exclusive and arrogant.

Religion, in one sense, is a life of self-denial, just as husbandry, in one sense, is a work of death.

The call to religion is not a call to be better than your fellows, but to be better than yourself. Religion is relative to the individual.

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.

The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.