Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths. Cometh white-robed Sorrow, stooping and wan, and flingeth wide the door she must not enter.

Never be discouraged because good things get on so slowly here; and never fail daily to do that good which lies next to your hand.

In the midst of death we are in life. Life is the only reality; what men call death is but a shadow.

I tell you, there are more worlds, and more doors to them, than you will think of in many years!

Past tears are present strength.

A fairytale is not an allegory. There may be allegory in it, but it is not an allegory.

Truth is truth, whether from the lips of Jesus or Balaam.