The creed of a true saint is to make the best of life, and to make the most of it.
No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.
God is the explanation of all things.
Life is a crucible. We are thrown into it and tried.
Morality is but the vestibule of religion.
Humanity is so constituted that the basest criminal represents you and me, as well as the most glorious saint that walks on high. We are reflected in all other men; all other men are embodied in us.