There is a set of religious, or rather moral, writings which teach that virtue is the certain road to happiness, and vice to misery in this world. A very wholesome and comfortable doctrine, and to which we have but one objection, namely, that it is not true.

To will everything that God wills, and to will it always, in all circumstances and without reservations: that is the kingdom of God which is entirely within.

Speak, move, act in peace.

Worry is the cross which we make for ourselves by over anxiety.

Faith is letting down our nets into the transparent deeps at the Divine command, not knowing what we shall draw.

The smallest things become great when God requires them of us; they are small only in themselves; they are always great when they are done for God.

As long as anything in this world means anything to you, your freedom is only a word. You are like a bird that is held by a leash; you can only fly so far.