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 yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.

A bachelor's children are always young: they're immortal children - always lisping, waddling, helpless, and with a chance of turning out good.

We are all of us born in moral stupidity, taking the world as an udder to feed our supreme selves

To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.

A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

The devil tempts us not--'tis we tempt him, Reckoning his skill with opportunity.