As Christ is the blossom of humanity, so the blossom of every man is Christ perfected in him.

To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.

But when we are following the light, even its extinction is a guide.

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.

I believe that no hell will be lacking which would help the just mercy of God to redeem his children.

There are women who fly their falcons at any game, little birds and all.

For when is the child the ideal child in our eyes and to our hearts? Is it not when with gentle hand he takes his father by the beard, and turns that father's face up to his brothers and sisters to kiss? when even the lovely selfishness of love-seeking has vanished, and the heart is absorbed in loving?