Home Is The Seminary Of All Other

It Is Not Death To Have The Body Called Back To The Earth, And Dissolved Into Its Kindred Elements, And Mouldered To Dust, And, It May Be, Turn To Daisies, In The Grave. But It Is Death To Have The Soul Paralyzed, Its Inner Life Quenched, Its Faculties Dissipated; That Is Death.

No One Can Truly See Christ, And Drink In The Influence Of His Character, And Not Be A Christian At Heart.

Morality Is But The Vestibule Of Religion.

There Have Been Men Who Could Play Delightful Music On One String Of The Violin, But There Never Was A Man Who Could Produce The Harmonies Of Heaven In His Soul By A One-stringed Virtue.

Some People Habitually Wear Sadness, Like A Garment, And Think It A Becoming Grace. God Loves A Cheerful Worshipper.