I wondered over again for the hundredth time what could be the principle which, in the wildest, most lawless, fantastically chaotic, apparently capricious work of Nature, always kept it beautiful.

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.

One thing is clear to me, that no indulgence of passion destroys the spiritual nature so much as respectable selfishness.

What distressed me most - more even than my own folly - was the perplexing question, How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near?

The principle part of faith is patience.

To love righteousness is to make it grow, not to avenge it. Throughout his life on earth, Jesus resisted every impulse to work more rapidly for a lower good.

A true friend is forever a friend.