O it is a happy thing to feel ourselves helpless and naught, for then the presence of God is felt to wrap us about so lovingly! Everlasting, infinite, almighty, these are the words that strengthen us with speaking them. — William Mountford Copy Share Image
Where is the subject that does not branch out into infinity? For every grain of sand is a mystery; so is every daisy in… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
O it is a happy thing to feel ourselves helpless and naught, for then the presence of God is felt to wrap us about… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
God would never have let us long for our friends with such a strong and holy love, if they were not waiting for us. — William Mountford Copy Share Image
Ownership in the world I have none, but I have an infinite interest in it; for if not my own it is my God's;… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
It is not in the bright, happy day, but only in the solemn night, that other worlds are to be seen shining in their… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
Only let us love God, and then nature will compass us about like a cloud of Divine witnesses; and all influences from the earth,… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
I do not say the mind gets informed by action, — bodily action; but it does get earnestness and strength by it, and that… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
To understand at all what life means, one must begin with Christian belief. And I think knowledge may be sorrow with a man unless… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
To commiserate is sometimes more than to give, for money is external to a man's self, but he who bestows compassion communicates his own… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
The day of our decease will be that of our coming of age; and with our last breath we shall become free of the… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
It is from out of the depths of our humility that the height of our destiny looks grandest. Let me truly feel that in… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
No martyr ever went the way of duty, and felt the shadow of death upon it. The shadow of death is darkest in the… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
Yes, death, the hourly possibility of it, death is the sublimity of life. — William Mountford Copy Share Image
There is no burden of the spirit but is lightened by kneeling under it. Little by little, the bitterest feelings are sweetened by the… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
The second childhood of a saint is the early infancy of a happy immortality, as we believe. — William Mountford Copy Share Image
