Friends, if we be honest with ourselves, we shall be honest with each other.

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

Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here.

It is vain to think that any weariness, however caused, any burden, however slight, may be got rid of otherwise than by bowing the neck to the yoke of the Father's will. There can be no other rest for heart and soul than He has created. From every burden, from every anxiety, from all dread of shame or loss, even loss of love itself, that yoke will set us free.

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

I am so tried by the things said about God. I understand God's patience with the wicked, but I do wonder how he can be so patient with the pious!

Friends, if we be honest with ourselves, we shall be honest with each other.