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.

Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here.

There is no inborn longing that shall not be fulfilled. I think that is as certain as the forgiveness of sins.

Except the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ Jesus make a man sick of his opinions, he may hold them to doomsday for me; for no opinion, I repeat is Christianity, and no preaching of any plan of salvation is the preaching of the glorious gospel of the living God.

It may be an infinitely less evil to murder a man than to refuse to forgive him. The former may be the act of a moment of passion: the latter is the heart’s choice.

It is only by loving a thing that you can make it yours.

Doubt may be a poor encouragement to do anything, but it is a bad reason for doing nothing.