One couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.

It always remains true that if we had been greater, circumstance would have been less strong against us.

Love supreme defies all sophistry.

No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.

It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness - calling their denial knowledge.

When a homemaking aunt scolds a niece for following her evangelistic passion instead of domestic pursuits, her reply is interesting. First, she clarifies that God's individual call on her doesn't condemn those in more conventional roles. Then, she says she can no more ignore the cry of the lost than her aunt can the cry of her child.

The difficult task of knowing another soul is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.