The love of our own language, what is it, in fact, but the love of our country expressing itself in one particular direction?

If we with earnest effort could succeed To make our life one long, connected prayer, As lives of some, perhaps, have been and are; If, never leaving Thee, we have no need Our wandering spirits back again to lead Into Thy presence, but continued there Like angels standing on the highest stair Of the Sapphire Throne: this were to pray indeed!

None but God can satisfy the longings of an immortal soul; that as the heart was made for Him, so He only can fill it.

Language is the close-fitting dress of thought.

The sin of pride is the sin of sins; in which all subsequent sins are included, as in their germ; they are but the unfolding of this one.

Prayer is not getting man's will done in heaven, but getting God's will done on earth. It is not overcoming God's reluctance but laying hold of God's willingness.

Speak but little and well, if you would be esteemed as a man of merit.