Ambition is but the evil shadow of aspiration.

Every soul has a landscape that changes with the wind that sweeps the sky, with the clouds that return after its rain.

Books are but dead bodies to you, and a library nothing but a catacomb!

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.

All haste implies weakness.

The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.

The kingdom of heaven is not come even when God's will is our law; it is fully come when God's will is our will.