The cloudy weather melts at length into beauty, and the brightest smiles of the heart are born of its tears.
How can there be pride in a contrite heart? Humility is the earliest fruit of religion.
As the sun's rays will irradiate even the murky pool, and make its stagnant waters to shine like silver, so doth God's goodness and tender mercy, towards the greatest sinner, and the blackest heart, make his own image visible there!
Between the humble and contrite heart and the majesty of Heaven there are no barriers; the only password is prayer.
