Jesus does not want us to say, dead, for, He said, all live unto Him, though they seem dead to us.

Remember to think of your departed mother always as living, just away in another room of our Father's house.

God be thanked for that good and perfect gift, the gift unspeakable: His life, His love, His very self in Jesus Christ.

This is my Father's world: O let me ne'er forget That though the wrong Seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet.

Better to lose count while naming your blessings than to lose your blessings to counting your troubles.

The workshop of character is everyday life.

Be strong! It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong, how hard the battle goes, the day how long, faint not, fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.