Whose work is it but your own to open your eyes? But indeed the business of the universe is to make such a fool out of you that you will know yourself for one, and begin to be wise.

There is no water in oxygen, no water in hydrogen: it comes bubbling fresh from the imagination of the living God, rushing from under the great white throne of the glacier. The very thought of it makes one gasp with an elemental joy no metaphysician can analyse.

It matters little where a man may be at this moment; the point is whether he is growing.

Truth is truth, whether from the lips of Jesus or Balaam.

The principle part of faith is patience.

He who seeks the Father more than anything He can give, is likely to have what he asks, for he is not likely to ask amiss.

If it were not for the outside world, we would have no inside world to understand things by. Least of all could we understand God without these millions of sights and sounds and scents and motions, weaving their endless harmonies. They come out of His heart to let us know a little of what is in it.