What distressed me most - more even than my own folly - was the perplexing question, How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near?

When I look like this into the blue sky, it seems so deep, so peaceful, so full of a mysterious tenderness, that I could lie for centuries and wait for the dawning of the face of God out of the awe-inspiring loving-kindness.

Sad, indeed, would the whole matter be if the Bible had told us everything God meant us to believe. But herein is the Bible greatly wronged. It nowhere lays claim to be regarded as the Word, the Way, the Truth. The Bible leads us to Jesus, the inexhaustible, the ever-unfolding Revelation of God. It is Christ "in whom are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge," not the Bible, save as leading to Him.

Cleverness is cheap. It is faith that He praises.

People must believe what they can, and those who believe more must not be hard upon those who believe less. I doubt if you would have believed it all yourself if you hadn't seen some of it.

In whatever man does without God, he must fail miserably, or succeed more miserably.

To try too hard to make people good is one way to make them worse. The only way to make them good is to be good, remembering well the beam and the mote.