To cultivate a garden is to walk with God.
At the best, sarcasms, bitter irony, scathing wit, are a sort of swordplay of the mind. You pink your adversary, and he is forthwith dead; and then you deserve to be hung for it.
The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it.
Genuine religion is matter of feeling rather than matter of opinion.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
Living with a saint is more grueling than being one.