There is no part of my life, upon which I can look back without pain.

The craving for 'the return of the day', which the sick so constantly evince, is generally nothing but the desire for light.

Life is a hard fight, a struggle, a wrestling with the principle of evil, hand to hand, foot to foot. Every inch of the way is disputed. The night is given us to take breath, to pray, to drink deep at the fountain of power. The day, to use the strength which has been given us, to go forth to work with it till the evening.

Rather, ten times, die in the surf, heralding the way to a new world, than stand idly on the shore.

There is no part of my life, upon which I can look back without pain.

Averages ... seduce us away from minute observation.

Mysticism: to dwell on the unseen, to withdraw ourselves from the things of sense into communion with God - to endeavour to partake of the Divine nature; that is, of Holiness.