We have been here a little more than a week, all of us together. For if you be a man of more than five-and-thirty years, and if you have a wife and c… - Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd

There is something touching, and something striking, in the thought, How naturally human beings, in times of deep feeling and of great extremity, whether of evil or good, are impelled by something within them to turn to God: — to use some words of prayers. In imminent danger, when all human help is vain, we involuntarily feel that prayer is the only thing. In crushing sorrow, when some stroke has fallen that seems too heavy to bear, what can man do but fall upon his knees and pray?

Apart from the positive woes of perdition, an eternity of wretchedness grows from the want of love to Christ as naturally as the oak grows from the acorn, or the harvest from the scattered grain. It is not that love to Christ merits heaven; it does far better, it makes heaven. It is, as it were, the organ of sensation that takes note of heaven's blessedness.

There are little single things which men say and do, which give us a thorough insight into their character; and which enable us to construct a complete theory of what their nature is. And a thoughtful observer forms his estimate of those around him, often from remarking very little things: not so much by observing what men and women do when they are put on the alert, and think people are watching them, as observing their little sayings and doings when they are quite at their ease.