Long habit so reconciles us to almost any thing, that the grossest improprieties cease to strike us when they once make a part of the common course of action.

The sober comfort, all the peace which springs from the large aggregate of little things.

Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.

Forgiveness is the economy of the heart... forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits.

A crown! what is it? It is to bear the miseries of a people! To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents, And sink beneath a load of splendid care!

Absence in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.

No man ever repented of being a Christian on his death bed.

The misfortune is, that religious learning is too often rather considered as an act of the memory than of the heart and affections; as a dry duty, rather than a lively pleasure.

We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.

There are only two bad things in this world, sin and bile.

The world does not require so much to be informed as to be reminded.

Success comes from developing a strong inner character

No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.

I was very low and I had to achieve something. Without the challenge, I would have gone stark raving mad.

Inclusion is not a matter of political correctness. It is the key to growth.

There's an awful lot of inactive kindness which is nothing but laziness, not wanting any trouble, confusion, or effort.

We suffer from the evils which we, by our own free will, inflict on ourselves and ascribe them to God, who is far from being connected with them!

All things are bound together, all things connect. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls also the children of the earth.

Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up

I do not stand here before you as a self-righteous saint who has achieved spiritual perfection, but as a sinner who has received Jesus into his heart as his Lord and Savior.

A man must be strong enough to mold the peculiarity of his imperfections into the perfection of his peculiarities.