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.

When we are out of sympathy with the young, then I think our work in this world is over

Philosophy is really homesickness.

It matters little where a man may be at this moment; the point is whether he is growing.

Only he knew that to be left alone is not always to be forsaken.

I believe that no hell will be lacking which would help the just mercy of God to redeem his children.

People must believe what they can, and those who believe more must not be hard upon those who believe less. I doubt if you would have believed it all yourself if you hadn't seen some of it.