Not even nothingness preceded life. Nothingness owes its very idea to existence.

Anything large enough for a wish to light upon, is large enough to hang a prayer upon.

Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.

It is not the cares of today, but the cares of tomorrow, that weigh a man down. For the needs of today we have corresponding strength given. For the morrow we are told to trust. It is not ours yet. It is when tomorrow's burden is added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear.

God Himself - His thoughts, His will, His love, His judgments are men's home. To think His thoughts, to choose His will, to judge His judgments, and thus to know that He is in us, with us, is to be at home.

Afflictions are but the shadows of God's wings.

This is and has been the Father's work from the beginning-to bring us into the home of His heart.