Illustrious confessors of Jesus Christ, a Christian finds in prison the same joys as the prophets tasted in the desert. Call it not a dungeon, but a solitude. When the soul is in heaven, the body feels not the weight of fetters; it carries the whole man along with it.
LIFE.
Life as we call it, is nothing but the edge of the boundless ocean of existence when it comes upon soundings.
Life is before you,—not earthly life alone, but life—a thread running interminably through the warp of eternity.
O thou child of many prayers!
Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!
Care and age come unawares!
It is not possible to set out in the Christian profession with a more instructive or impressive idea than this—Life is the seed-time for eternity.
The grand question of life is, Is my name written in heaven?
The end of life is to be like unto God; and the soul following God, will be like unto Him.
Life is an outliving of world after world. Where is now what the world was to you at ten years old?
