If it were not for the outside world, we would have no inside world to understand things by. Least of all could we understand God without these millions of sights and sounds and scents and motions, weaving their endless harmonies. They come out of His heart to let us know a little of what is in it.

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.

Anything big enough to occupy our minds is big enough to hang a prayer on.

Books are but dead bodies to you, and a library nothing but a catacomb!

The greatest forces lie in the region of the uncomprehended.

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

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