May death be no more than the bell that sounds when school is over, and going home, may I find that I had laid up my treasure in the right place.

Loyalty to God is alone fundamental. Feelings, words, deeds, must be beads strung on the string of duty.

What is our hope but the indwelling Spirit of Christ, to bring every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ, to inspire every word and deed by His love? Then will "broken lights" blend in steady shining, the fractional be summed up in the integral, and life, unified and beautified by the central Christ, radiate God's glory, and shine with divine effulgence.

The kindness of Christmas is the kindness of Christ. To know that God so loved us as to give us His Son for our dearest Brother, has brought human affection to its highest tide on the day of that Brother's birth. If God so loved us, how can we help loving one another?

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

Don't let the good things of life rob you of the best things!

Opportunities do not come with their values stamped upon them.