The greatest forces lie in the region of the uncomprehended.

If there be music in my reader, I would gladly wake it.

...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 love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self.

As in all sweetest music, a tinge of sadness was in every note. Nor do we know how much of the pleasures even of life we owe to the intermingled sorrows. Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths, although deepest truth must be deepest joy.

Faith is obedience, not compliance.

A Baby Sermon- The lighting and thunder, they go and they come: But the stars and the stillness are always at home