But there is no veil like light--no adamantine armor against hurt like the truth.

...though I cannot promise to take you home," said North Wind, as she sank nearer and nearer to the tops of the houses, "I can promise you it will be all right in the end. You will get home somehow.

The world...is full of resurrections... Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have been out early, and have seen the first of the dawn, will know it - the day rises out of the night like a being that has burst its tomb and escaped into life.

We can walk without fear, full of hope and courage and strength to do His will, waiting for the endless good which He is always giving as fast as He can get us able to take it in.

The time for speaking seldom arrives, the time for being never departs.

What I would say is this, that the light is not blinding because God would hide, but because the truth is too glorious for our vision.

Anything large enough for a wish to light upon, is large enough to hang a prayer upon.