The measure of love is to love without measuring.

The one who is our very Life descended into our world, and bore our death, and slew it with the abundance of His own life. Thundering, He called out to us to return to Him in heaven.

People travel to marvel at the mountains, seas, rivers and stars and they pass right by themselves without astonishment.

When all is said and done, is there any more wonderful sight, any moment when man's reason is nearer to some sort of contact with the nature of the world than the sowing of seeds, the planting of cuttings, the transplanting of shrubs or the grafting of slips?

Keep on adding, keep on walking, keep on progressing: do not delay on the road, do not go back, do not deviate.

To withhold forgiveness is to take poison and expect the unforgiven to die.

Because God has made us for Himself, our hearts are restless until they rest in Him.