I want God, not my idea of God.

History is a story written by the finger of God.

But length of days with an evil heart is only length of misery and already she begins to know it. All get what they want; they do not always like it.

Dearest Daughter. I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.

If you examined a hundred people who had lost their faith in Christianity, I wonder how many of them would turn out to have reasoned out of it by honest argument? Do not most people simply drift away?

The idea which...shuts out the Second Coming from our minds, the idea of the world slowly ripening to perfection, is a myth, not a generalization from experience.

He who has God and everything else has no more than he who has God only.