We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinnertime.

We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.

The tendency toward good in human nature has a force which no creed can utterly counteract, and which insures the ultimate triumph of that tendency over all dogmatic perversions.

But, bless us, things may be lovable that are not altogether handsome, I hope?

Resolve will melt no rocks. But it can scale them.

The most powerful movement of feeling with a liturgy is the prayer which seeks for nothing special, but is a yearning to escape from the limitations of our own weakness and an invocation of all Good to enter and abide with us.

There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.