āBe not proud of race, face, place, or grace.ā
āA man says to me, 'Can you explain the seven trumpets of the Revelation?' No, but I can blow one in your ear, and warn you to escape from the wrath to come.ā
āFew men would dare to read their own autobiography if all their deeds were recorded in it; few can look back upon their entire career without a blush.ā
āBirds sing on a bare bough; O, believer, canst not thou?ā
āA sermon wept over is more acceptable with God than one gloried over.ā
āThe anvil is not afraid of the hammer.ā
ā. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.ā
āWhen once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.ā
āAnd yet--it is not beauty that inspires the deepest passion. Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait. Beauty, without expression, tires.ā