There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence.

Everybody liked better to conjecture how the thing was, than simply to know it; for conjecture soon became more confident than knowledge, and had a more liberal allowance for the incompatible.

It’s rather a strong check to one’s self-complacency to find how much of one’s right doing depends on not being in want of money.

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.

We are all apt to believe what the world believes about us.

Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.

Particular lies may speak a general truth.