But we believe – nay, Lord we only hope, That one day we shall thank thee perfectly For pain and hope and all that led or drove Us back into the bosom of thy love.

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

It is the heart that is not sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in His presence.

It is only by loving a thing that you can make it yours.

But, for as cold and wretched as it looks, the sun has not forsaken it. He has only drawn away from it a little, for good reasons, one of which is that we may learn that we cannot do without him.

The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self.

I am an optimistic fatalist. This world and all its beginnings will pass on into something better.