Thomas GuthrieThinkers

The Christian is like the ripening corn... the riper he grows, the more lowly he bends his head.

Heaven is the day of which grace is the dawn ; the rich, ripe fruit of which grace is the lovely flower; the inner shrine of that most glorious temple to which grace forms the approach and outer court.

Prayer flies where the eagle never flew.

Religion is the mortar that binds society together; the granite pedestal of liberty; the strong backbone of the social system.