Power to translate is the test of having really understood one's own meaning.
One bright and thankful look at the cross is worth a thousand morbid, self-condemning reflections.
Christ is not a reservoir but a spring. His life is continual, active and ever passing on with an outflow as necessary as its inflow. If we do not perpetually draw the fresh supply from the living Fountain, we shall either grow stagnant or empty, It is, therefore, not so much a perpetual fullness as a perpetual filling.