With time and patience, the mulberry leaf becomes satin.
Be strong! We are not here to play, to dream, to drift; We have hard work to do and loads to lift; Shun not the struggle-face it; ’tis God’s gift.
Loyalty to God is alone fundamental. Feelings, words, deeds, must be beads strung on the string of duty.
Opportunities do not come with their values stamped upon them.
If you can help anybody even a little, be glad.
Our prayers must mean something to us if they are to mean anything to God.
The Christian life that is joyless is a discredit to God and a disgrace to itself.
Don’t let the good things of life rob you of the best things!
One of the commonest mistakes and one of the costliest is thinking that success is due to some genius, some magic – something or other which we do not possess. Success is generally due to holding on, and failure to letting go.
The kindness of Christmas is the kindness of Christ. To know that God so loved us as to give us His Son for our dearest Brother, has brought human affection to its highest tide on the day of that Brother’s birth. If God so loved us, how can we help loving one another?
If we show the Lord’s death at Communion, we must show the Lord’s life in the world. If it is a Eucharist on Sunday, it must prove on Monday that it was also a Sacrament.
Jesus does not want us to say, dead, for, He said, all live unto Him, though they seem dead to us.
Business is religion, and religion is business. The man who does not make a business of his religion has a religious life of no force, and the man who does not make a religion of his business has a business life of no character.
God be thanked for that good and perfect gift, the gift unspeakable: His life, His love, His very self in Jesus Christ.
To have failed is to have striven, to have striven is to have grown.
Good habits are not made on birthdays, nor Christian character at the new year. The workshop of character is everyday life. The uneventful and commonplace hour is where the battle is lost or won.
Present suffering is not enjoyable, but life would be worth little without it. The difference between iron and steel is fire, but steel is worth all it costs.
Life is what we are alive to. It is not length, but breadth. To be alive only to appetite, pleasure, pride, money-making, and not to goodness and kindness, purity and love, history, poetry, music, flowers, stars, God and eternal hopes, it is to be all but dead.
We should care, not so much about being recognized, as about being worth recognition.
May death be no more than the bell that sounds when school is over, and going home, may I find that I had laid up my treasure in the right place.