No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.

Live on Christ's love while ye are here, and all the way.

Oh thrice fools are we who like new-born princes weeping in the cradle know not that there is a kingdom before them then let our Lord's sweet hand square us and hammer us and strike off the knots of pride self-love and world-worship and infidelity that He may make us stones and pillars in His Father's house.

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.

He who duly esteemeth Christ, is a noble bidder, and so a noble and liberal buyer.

I live no more, but Christ liveth in me!

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.