Quotes About Devotion

I wasn't anything special as a father. But I loved them and they knew it.

'Twas Presbyterian true blue.

Fanatical religion driven to a certain point is almost as bad as none at all, but not quite.

I remember a passage in Goldsmith's Vicar of Wakefield, which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing."

Come live in my heart and pay no rent.

gave unto the gods what was the gods"' and recognized and accepted as inevitable mortal

example, "Love Finds a Way," pp.

To church; and with my mourning, very handsome, and new periwig, make a great show.

Musick is the thing of the world that I love most.

Takin' care of that boy is the only thing I'm here for in this sea beaten world . . .

By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what's still worse, love any woman in the world but her.

My heart and my hand shall never be separated.

M]ake much of the written word, and pray to God to copy his Bible in your conscience, and write a new book of his doctrine in your hearts.

O, we love an unknown lover when we love Christ.

I rather wish Him my heart than give Him it; except He take it and put Himself in possession of it (for I hope He hath a market-right to me, since He hath ransomed me), I see not how Christ can have me. O, that He would be pleased to be more homely with my soul's love, and to come in to my soul and take His own.

I am most gladly content that Christ breaketh all my idols in pieces: it hath put a new edge upon my blunted love to Christ. I see He is jealous of my love, and will have all to Himself.

There is none like Him; I would not exchange one smile of His lovely face with kingdoms.

To live on Christ's love is a king's life.

Let Christ's love bear most court in your soul, and that court will bear down the love of other things. Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.

O, that we could put our treasure in Christ's hand, and give Him our gold to keep, and our crown.

Christ hath come, and run away to heaven with my heart and my love, so that neither heart nor love is mine.

urge upon you . . . a nearer communion with Christ and a growing communion. There are curtains to be drawn by in Christ that we never saw, and new foldings of love in Him. I despair that ever I shall win to the far end of that love, there are so many plies in it; therefore dig deep, and sweat, and labour, and take pains for Him, and set by so much time in the day for Him as you can: He will be won with labour.

Enthusiasm...the sustaining power of all great action.

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.