Holiness Is An Unselfing Of Ourselves.

There Is A Grace Of Kind Listening, As Well As A Grace Of Kind Speaking.

Now This Spirit Is Admirably Mortified By The Exercise Of Patience. It Involves Also A Continual Practice Of The Presence Of God; For We May Be Come Upon At Any Moment For An Almost Heroic Display Of Good Temper. It Is A Short Road To Unselfishness; For Nothing Is Left To Self. All That Seems To Belong Most Intimately To Self, To Be Self's Private Property, Such As Time, Home, And Rest, Are Invaded By These Continual Trials Of Patience.

Is The Scrupulous Attention I Am Paying To The Government Of My Tongue At All Proportioned To That Tremendous Truth Revealed Through St. James, That If I Do Not Bridle My Tongue, All My Religion Is Vain?

Kindness Has Converted More Sinners Than Either Zeal, Eloquence, Or Learning; And These Three Last Have Never Converted Any.

Small Things Are Best: Grief And Unrest To Rank And Wealth Are Given; But Little Things On Little Wings Bear Little Souls To Heaven.