The resurrection morning is a true sun-rising, the inbursting of a cloudless sky on all the righteous dead. They wake transfigured, at their Maker's call, with the fashion of their countenance altered and shining like His own.

Nature has no promise for society, least of all, any remedy for sin.

Somewhere under the stars God has a job for you to do and nobody else can do it.

It is not necessary for all men to be great in action. The greatest and sublimest power is often simple patience.

Guilt is the very nerve of sorrow.

The more difficulties one has to encounter, within and without, the more significant and the higher in inspiration his life will be.

True conviction of sin--how difficult it is, when its appearances and modes of life are so fair, when it twines itself so cunningly about, or creeps so insidiously into, our amiable qualities, and sets off its internal disorders by so many outward charms and attractions.