Only he who can say, The Lord is my strength, can say, Of whom shall I be afraid?

If you would win the world, melt it, do not hammer it.

Death is but a passage. It is not a house, it is only a vestibule. The grave has a door on its inner side.

In heaven after ages of ages of growing glory, we shall have to say, as each new wave of the shoreless, sunlit sea bears us onward, It doth not yet appear what we shall be.

Seek to cultivate a buoyant, joyous sense of the crowded kindnesses of God in your daily life.

Every life has dark tracts and long stretches of somber tint, and no representation is true to fact which dips its pencil only in light, and flings no shadows on the canvas.