Trust to God to weave your thread into the great web, though the pattern shows it not yet.
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.
The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self.
I believe in fate, never in chance.
Faith is obedience, not compliance.
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.