It would not be more unreasonable to transplant a favorite flower out of black earth into gold dust than it is for a person to let money-getting harden his heart into contempt, or into impatience, of the little attentions, the… — 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
