I write, not for children,but for the child-like, whether they be of five, or fifty, or seventy-five.

Her face was fair and pretty, with eyes like two bits of night sky, each with a star dissolved in the blue.

We are dwellers in a divine universe where no desires are in vain - if only they be large enough.

God left the world unfinished for man to work his skill upon. He left the electricity still in the cloud, the oil still in the earth. How often we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! We go to Him because we have nowhere else to go. And then we learn that the storms of life have driven us, not upon the rocks, but into the desired haven.

We have to do with God, to whom no one can look without the need of being good waking up in his heart; to think about God is to begin to be good.

No man can make haste to be rich without going against the will of God, in which case it is the one frightful thing to be successful.

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.