The More We Pay For Any Truth,

What Can You Conceive More Silly And Extravagant Than To Suppose A Man Racking His Brains, And Studying Night And Day How To Fly? ... Wearying Himself With Climbing Upon Every Ascent, ... Bruising Himself With Continual Falls, And At Last Breaking His Neck? And All This, From An Imagination That It Would Be Glorious To Have The Eyes Of People Looking Up At Him, And Mighty Happy To Eat, And Drink, And Sleep, At The Top Of The Highest Trees In The Kingdom.

Perhaps There Cannot Be A Better Way Of Judging Of What Manner Of Spirit We Are Of, Than To See Whether The Actions Of Our Life Are Such As We May Safely Commend Them To God In Our Prayers.

If You Attempt To Talk With A Dying Man About Sports Or Business, He Is No Longer Interested. He Now Sees Other Things As More Important. People Who Are Dying Recognize What We Often Forget, That We Are Standing On The Brink Of Another World.

He Who Complains Of The Weather, Complains Of The God Who Ordained The Weather!

What Could Begin To Deny Self, If There Were Not Something In Man Different From Self?