I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

We must not sit still and look for miracles; up and doing, and the Lord will be with thee. Prayer and pains, through faith in Christ Jesus, will do anything.

Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers but dress in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.

God, immortality, duty - how inconceivable the first, how unbelievable the second, how peremptory and absolute the third.

There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room.