The Seed Dies Into A New Life,

We Have To Do With God, To Whom No One Can Look Without The Need Of Being Good Waking Up In His Heart; To Think About God Is To Begin To Be Good.

Why Should My Love Be Powerless To Help Another?

Few Delights Can Equal The Presence Of One Whom We Trust Utterly.

How Strange This Fear Of Death Is! We Are Never Frightened At A Sunset.

He Who Is Faithful Over A Few Things Is A Lord Of Cities. It Does Not Matter Whether You Preach In Westminster Abbey Or Teach A Ragged Class, So You Be Faithful. The Faithfulness Is All.