No sickness, no sadness, no sorrow, no crying!
Caught up with the Lord in the clouds of glory
When he comes to receive from the world his own.'"
A Caricature of Billy Sunday's Emphatic Way of Preaching.
"Go straight on and break the lion's neck and turn it into a beehive, out of which you will some day take the best and sweetest honey ever tasted, for the flavor of a dead lion in the honey beats that of clover and buckwheat all to pieces. Be a man, therefore, by going straight on to breathe the air that has in it the smoke of battle.
"Don't spend much time in looking for an easy chair, with a soft cushion on it, if you would write your name high in the hall of fame where the names of real men are found. The man who is willing to be carried over all rough places might as well have wooden legs. 'He is not worthy of the honeycomb who shuns the hive because the bees have stings.' The true value of life lies in the preciousness of striving. No tears are ever shed for the chick that dies in its shell.
"'Did you tackle the trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day