It is not he that reads most, but he that meditates most on Divine truth, that will prove the choicest, wisest, strongest Christian.

Good prayers never come creeping home. I am sure I shall receive either what I ask, or what I should ask.

Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.

Let others either envy or pity me; I care not, so long as I enjoy myself.

If the sun of God's countenance shine upon me, I may well be content to be wet with the rain of affliction.

Seldom was any knowledge given to keep, but to impart; the grace of this rich jewel is lost in concealment.

Try to be of some use to others.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

Words are as they are taken, and things are as they are used. There are even cursed blessings.

A reputation once broken may possibly be repaired, but the world will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.

It is not the bee's touching on the flowers that gathers the honey, but her abiding for a time upon them, and drawing out the sweet.

He who is completely sanctified, or cleansed from all sin, and dies in this state, is fit for glory.

There's never been any game plan or thread through my career. It's just happened that I've ricocheted from one interesting character to another.

An institute run with such knavish imbecility that if it were not the work of God it would not last a fortnight.

I don't know if I'm so righteous.

One of the cool, chaste countries - Canada or Sweden.

I survived, carried on, glad to be like a weed, a wild red poppy, rooted in life.

Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.

This Christmas, every Christmas, Santa Claus is everywhere and Jesus is nowhere to be found.

A man has one, a cat has nine, and in between it's killing time.

The stars will wheel forth from their daytime hiding places; and one of those lights, slightly brighter than the rest, will be my wingtip passing over.