Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

No man knows the genuineness of his convictions until he has sacrificed something for them.

This is the essential evil of vice, that it debases man.

Skepticism has never founded empires, established principals, or changed the world’s heart. The great doers in history have always been people of faith.

Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration – the secret alembics of vitality.

A great many men – some comparatively small men now – if put in the right position, would be Luthers and Columbuses.

The deepest life of nature is silent and obscure; so often the elements that move and mould society are the results of the sister’s counsel and the mother’s prayer.

The true Church is not an institution to be kept apart from the world because the world “is common and unclean,” but a vital heart of truth and love, beating with the life of Jesus, and sending abroad its sanctifying pulsations until nothing shall be common and unclean.

Can you conceive of anything that so represents the glory, and truth, and marvelousness of God’s nature as the idea of peace?

A man that simply loads himself down with possessions of which he has no actual need, when he dies slips out of them – as a little insect might slip out of some parasite shell into which it has ensconced itself – into the grave, and is forgotten.