Teach love, for that is what you are.

... one always believes one's own town to be more stupid than any other.

Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial distance! What hymning of cancerous vices may we not languish over as sublimest art in the safe remoteness of a strange language and artificial phrase! Yet we keep a repugnance to rheumatism and other painful effects when presented in our personal experience.

If I got places, sir, it was because I made myself fit for 'em. If you want to slip into a round hole, you must first make a ball of yourself; that's where it is.

I couldn't live in peace if I put the shadow of a willful sin between myself and God.

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

Net the large fish and you are sure to have the small fry.