But words are vain; reject them all— They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call, The voiceless longing of my heart.

It is the heart that is not sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in His presence.

Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.

All about us, in earth and air, wherever the eye or ear can reach, there is a power ever breathing itself forth in signs, now in daisy, now in a wind-waft, a cloud, a sunset; a power that holds constant and sweetest relation with the dark and silent world within us. The same God who is in us, and upon whose tree we are the buds, if not yet the flowers, also is all about us- inside, the Spirit; outside, the Word. And the two are ever trying to meet in us.

This is and has been the Father's work from the beginning-to bring us into the home of His heart.

It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen.

Cleverness is cheap. It is faith that He praises.