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

When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.

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.

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

Man cannot choose his duties.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.

But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.