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

What a man is lies as certainly upon his countenance as in his heart, though none of his acquaintances may be able to read it. The very intercourse with him may have rendered it more difficult.

The miracles of Jesus were the ordinary works of his Father, wrought small and swift that we might take them in.

All things are possible with God, but all things are not easy.

I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of; for to have been thought about, born in God's thought, and then made by God, is the dearest, grandest and most precious thing in all thinking.

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.

The region of the senses is the unbelieving part of the human soul.