Joy Is The Serious Business Of Heaven.

It Is Hardly Complimentary To God That We Should Choose Him As An Alternative To Hell.

We Regard God As An Airman Regards His Parachute; It's There For Emergencies But He Hopes He'll Never Have To Use It.

The Present Is The Only Time In Which Any Duty May Be Done Or Grace Received.

He Wants Them To Learn To Walk And Must Therefore Take Away His Hand.

With My Mother's Death All Settled Happiness, All That Was Tranquil And Reliable, Disappeared From My Life. There Was To Be Much Fun, Many Pleasures, Many Stabs Of Joy; But No More Of The Old Security. It Was Sea And Islands Now; The Great Continent Had Sunk Like Atlantis.