Each thing lives according to its kind; the heart by love, the intellect by truth, the higher nature of man by intimate communion with God.

Can you conceive of anything that so represents the glory, and truth, and marvelousness of God's nature as the idea of peace?

Whatever you truly conceive of in the mind, is possible.

Impatience never commanded success.

It takes something of a poet to apprehend and get into the depth, the lusciousness, the spiritual life of a great poem. And so we must be in some way like God in order that we may see God as He is.

The wild bird that flies so lone and far has somewhere its nest and brood. A little fluttering heart of love impels its wings, and points its course. There is nothing so solitary as a solitary man.

No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother's love.