Love makes everything lovely; hate concentrates itself on the one thing hated.

I find the doing of the will of God leaves me no time for disputing about his plans — I do not say for thinking about them.

I watched her departure, as one watches a sunset. She went like a radiance through the dark wood, which was henceforth bright to me, from simply knowing that such a creature was in it.

The first thing in all progress is to leave something behind.

Which of us is other than a secret to all but God!

If there be a God and one has never sought him, it will be small consolation to remember that one could not get proof of his existence.

I would not favour a fiction to keep a whole world out of hell. The hell that a lie would keep any man out of is doubtless the very best place for him to go to. It is truth... that saves the world.