I am an emptiness for Thee to fill; my soul a cavern for Thy sea

To be kind neither hurts nor compromises.

But words are vain; reject them all— They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call, The voiceless longing of my heart.

[God desires] not that He may say to them, "Look how mighty I am, and go down upon your knees and worship," for power alone was never yet worthy of prayer; but that He may say thus: "Look, my children, you will never be strong but with my strength. I have no other to give you. And that you can get only by trusting in me. I can not give it you any other way. There is no other way."

I tell you, there are more worlds, and more doors to them, than you will think of in many years!

It is our best work that God wants, not the dregs of our exhaustion. I think he must prefer quality to quantity.

The mind of the many is not the mind of God.