PUNSHON, William Morley Quotes
(1824-1881), English Wesleyan minister
Our bodies are but dust, but they can bring praise to him that formed them.—Dull and tuneless in themselves, they can become glorious harps on which the music of piety may be struck to heaven.
Cowardice asks, Is it safe? Expediency asks, Is it politic? Vanity asks, Is it popular? but Conscience asks, Is it right?
All the world over it is true that a double-minded man is unstable in all his ways, like a wave on the streamlet, tossed hither and thither with every eddy of its tide.—A determinate purpose in life and a steady adhesion to it through all disadvantages, are indispensable conditions of success.
There are difficulties in your path.—Be thankful for them.—They will test your capabilities of resistance; you will be impelled to persevere from the very energy of the opposition.—But what of him that fails?—What does he gain?—Strength for life.—The real merit is not in the success, but in the endeavor; and win or lose, he will be honored and crowned.
It is the old lesson—a worthy purpose, patient energy for its accomplishment, a resoluteness undaunted by difficulties, and then success.
Speak the truth by all means; be bold and fearless in your rebuke of error, and in your keener rebuke of wrong doing; but be human, and loving, and gentle, and brotherly the while.
There are no trifles in the moral universe of God. Speak but one true word today, and it shall go ringing on through the ages.
It is a kind and wise arrangement of Providence that weaves our sorrows into the elements of character; and that all the disappointments, and conflicts, and afflictions of life may, if rightly used, become the means of improvement, and create in us the sinews of strengtn.—Trouble is a marvellous mortifier of pride, and an effectual restrainer of self-will. Difficulties string up the energies to loftier effort, and intensity is gained from repression. By sorrow the temper is mellowed and the feeling is refined. When suffering has broken up the soil, and made the furrows soft, there can be implanted the hardy virtues which outbrave the storm. In short, trial is God's glorious alchemy, by which the dross is left in the crucible, the baser metals are transmuted, and the character is enriched with gold.