Nobody Is Kind To Only One Person

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.

Happiness Is A Great Power Of Holiness. Thus, Kind Words, By Their Power Of Producing Happiness, Have Also A Power Of Producing Holiness, And So Of Winning Men To God.

Many There Are Who, While They Bear The Name Of Christians, Are Totally Unacquainted With The Power Of Their Divine Religion. But For Their Crimes The Gospel Is In No Wise Answerable. Christianity Is With Them A Geographical, Not A Descriptive, Appellation.

Eternity Will Not Be Long Enough To Learn All He Is, Or To Praise Him For All He Has Done, But Then, That Matters Not; For We Shall Be Always With Him, And We Desire Nothing More.

The Buried Talent Is The Sunken Rock On Which Most Lives Strike And Founder.