When I look like this into the blue sky, it seems so deep, so peaceful, so full of a mysterious tenderness, that I could lie for centuries and wait for the dawning of the face of God out of the awe-inspiring loving-kindness.

I believe in fate, never in chance.

I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.

All things are possible with God, but all things are not easy.

Division has done more to hide Christ from the view of men than all the infidelity that has ever been spoken.

To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.

I watched her departure, as one watches a sunset. She went like a radiance through the dark wood, which was henceforth bright to me, from simply knowing that such a creature was in it.