There is no human life so poor and small as not to hold many a divine possibility.

Every man's highest, nameless though it be, is his 'living God'.

It was in His parting sorrow--that Jesus asked His disciples to remember Him; and never was entreaty of affection answered so; for ever since has His name been breathed in morning and evening prayers that none can count, and has brought down some gift of sanctity and peace on the anguish of bereavement, and the remorse of sin.

The incarnation is true, not of Christ exclusively, but of Man universally, and God everlastingly.

Religion is no more possible without prayer than poetry without language, or music without atmosphere.

High hearts are never long without hearing some new call, some distant clarion of God, even in their dreams; and soon they are observed to break up the camp of ease, and start on some fresh march of faithful service.

The health of a community is an almost unfailing index of its morals.