In moments of doubt I cry, ‘Could God Himself create such lovely things as I dreamed?’ ‘Whence then came thy dream?’ answers Hope.
God's finger can touch nothing but to mold it into loveliness.
In whatever man does without God, he must fail miserably, or succeed more miserably.
Which of us is other than a secret to all but God!
Philosophy is really homesickness.
They will pressure you into doing things that may be unsafe, use your good judgment, and remember, 'I would rather be laughed at, than cried for.'