may God, I pray Him, send me back the restless zeal, the hunger and thirst after righteousness, which He gives in early youth!

GREAT men, taken up in any way, are profitable company.

How godlike ’tis to suffer thro’ life, and die 
At last for others’ good!

THE holiest task by Heaven decreed,
An errand all divine,
The burden of our common need
To render less, is thine.

Failure and death are not annihilation,
Our tears exhaled will make some future rain.

You cannot wipe off from your souls, as with a wet cloth, as though it was no concern of yours, the stains left by the sins of others.

The ruin of many a woman lies at the door of the fine lady who hurries her workwoman to finish her dress, or who, to save herself a little trouble, or that she may indulge a momentary expense, refuses to pay her bills. 

May I be kept humble and zealous, and may God give me grace to labour in my generation for the good of my brethren, and for His glory!

WEALTH is honourable, and may be used most blessedly when men regard themselves as being what indeed they are stewards of it, and not the owners;

THE Lord’s words made clear beyond doubt that ‘the blessing of power is the blessing of great cares,’ that the sign of authority is the readiness to serve.