No man ever repented of being a Christian on his death bed.

The sober comfort, all the peace which springs from the large aggregate of little things.

Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.

Forgiveness is the economy of the heart... forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits.

A crown! what is it? It is to bear the miseries of a people! To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents, And sink beneath a load of splendid care!

Absence in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.

The misfortune is, that religious learning is too often rather considered as an act of the memory than of the heart and affections; as a dry duty, rather than a lively pleasure.

We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.

There are only two bad things in this world, sin and bile.

The world does not require so much to be informed as to be reminded.

When thou hast truly thanked the Lord for every blessing sent, But little time will then remain for murmur or lament.

Irrational expectations are at the root of most human suffering.

And this, " cried Darcy, as he walked with quick steps across the room, "is your opinion of me! This is the estimation in which you hold me! I thank you for explaining it so fully.

The true believer is rewarded in every thing, even in affliction.

Some people are enraged, and some people are applauding. If there were a mission statement for graffiti, that would be it.

We were not unmindful of the difficulties involved. So we decided to go through a process of self-purification.

So many Christian leaders have been so tepid or downright silent on the advance of the homosexual agenda.

We must look at the institution of slavery as publicists, and not as casuists. It is a question of law, and not a case of conscience.

John Lennon was brilliant, so gifted, so giving. He was the Bach, Beethoven, the Rachmaninoff of our time.

Don't hate the black, don't hate the white. If you get bit, just hate the bite.

And would it not be proud romance Falling in some obscure advance, To rise, a poppy field of France?