Watchfulness and industry are natural virtues, and recommended to us by the conduct even of brute creatures.
A soul without watchfulness is, like a city without walls, exposed to the inroads of all its enemies.
Great tenderness and watchfulness is required from each one of us.
Weakness with watchfulness will stand, when strength with too much confidence fails. Weakness, with acknowledgement of it, is the fittest seat and subject for God to perfect his strength in; for consciousness of our infirmities drives us out of ourselves to him in whom our strength lies.
The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.
He that would be angry and sin not must not be angry with anything but sin.
Some men come into holy obedience through the gateway of profound mystical experience. It is an overwhelming experience to fall into the hands of the living God, to be invaded to the depths of one's being by His presence, to be, without warning, wholly uprooted from all earth-born securities and assurances, and to be blown by a tempest of unbelievable power which leaves one's old proud self utterly, utterly defenseless, until one cries, "All Thy waves and thy billows are gone over me" Then is the soul swept into a Loving Center of ineffable sweetness, where calm and unspeakable peace and ravishing joy steal over one.
It is difficult to believe that a true gentleman will ever become a gamester, a libertine, or a sot.