Now and then, when I look round on my books, they seem to waver as if a wind rippled their solid mass, and another world were about to break through.

Why should my love be powerless to help another?

I don't know how to thank you.' Then I will tell you. There is only one way I care for. Do better, and grow better, and be better.

One chief cause of the amount of unbelief in the world is tha tthose who have seen something of the glory of Christ set themselves to theorize concerning him rather than to obey him.

The miracles of Jesus were the ordinary works of his Father, wrought small and swift that we might take them in.

Every truth must be accompanied by some corresponding act.

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.