But there is no veil like light--no adamantine armor against hurt like the truth.
Beauty and sadness always go together. Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth Upon the earth without a meet alloy.
Trust to God to weave your thread into the great web, though the pattern shows it not yet.
And so all growth that is not towards God Is growing to decay.
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.
Remember, then, that whoever does not mean good is always in danger of harm. But I try to give everybody fair play, and those that are in the wrong are in far more need of it always than those who are in the right: they can afford to do without it.