The brightest crowns that are worn in heaven have been tried, and smelted, and polished and glorified through the furnaces of tribulation.
Revolution does not insure progress. You may overturn thrones, but what proof that anything better will grow upon the soil?
The downright fanatic is nearer to the heart of things than the cool and slippery disputant.
O, how much those men are to be valued who, in the spirit with which the widow gave up her two mites, have given up themselves! How their names sparkle! How rich their very ashes are! How they will count up in heaven!
In the isolation of his clear, cold intellect, the sceptic abides in a glacial and spectral universe. No glow from the affections lights up the frost and shadow of the grave. He feels no prophecy in the thrill of the human heart-in the incompleteness of nature. He believes merely in things tangible, and sees only in the daytime. He will not confess the authenticity of that paler light of faith which was meant to shine when the sunshine of reason falls short, and the firmament of mystery is over our heads.
Profaneness is a brutal vice. He who indulges in it is no gentleman, I care not what his stamp may be in society; I care not what clothes he wears, or what culture he boasts.
Not in achievement, but in endurance, of the human soul, does it show its divine grandeur and its alliance with the infinite.
An aged Christian, with the snow of time upon his head, may remind us that those points of earth are whitest which are nearest to heaven.
The individual and the race are always moving, and as we drift into new latitudes new lights open in the heaven more immediately over us.
A thousand wheels of labor are turned by dear affections, and kept in motion by self-sacrificing endurance; and the crowds that pour forth in the morning and return at night are daily procession of love and duty.
Through every rift of discovery some seeming anomaly drops out of the darkness, and falls, as a golden link into the great chain of order.
All natural results are spontaneous. The diamond sparkles without effort, and the flowers open impulsively beneath the summer rain. And true religion is a spontaneous thing,--as natural as it is to weep, to love, or to rejoice.
There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel. There is an autumnal fitness when age gives up the ghost; and when the saint dies there is a tearful victory.
Swift calls discretion low prudence; it is high prudence, and one of the most important elements entering into either social or political life.
It takes something of a poet to apprehend and get into the depth, the lusciousness, the spiritual life of a great poem. And so we must be in some way like God in order that we may see God as He is.
Death is a great revealer of what is in a man, and in its solemn shadow appear the naked lineaments of the soul.
A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.
There is no happiness in life, there is no misery like that growing out of the dispositions which consecrate or desecrate a home.
A man's love for his native land lies deeper than any logical expression, among those pulses of the heart which vibrate to the sanctities of home, and to the thoughts which leap up from his father's graves.
However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.
It is not enjoined upon us to forget, but we are told to forgive, our enemies.
It is the penalty of fame that a man must ever keep rising. "Get a reputation, and then go to bed," is the absurdest of all maxims. "Keep up a reputation or go to bed, "would be nearer the truth.
The angels may have wider spheres of action, may have nobler forms of duty; but right with them and with us is one and the same thing.
Skepticism has never founded empires, established principals, or changed the world's heart. The great doers in history have always been people of faith.
Let us not fear that the issues of natural science shall be scepticism or anarchy. Through all God's works there runs a beautiful harmony. The remotest truth in his universe is linked to that which lies nearest the Throne.
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