It is not the cares of today, but the cares of tomorrow, that weigh a man down. For the needs of today we have corresponding strength given. For the morrow we are told to trust. It is not ours yet. It is when tomorrow's burden is added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear.

Few delights can equal the presence of one whom we trust utterly.

Do you think you love your children better than He who made them? Is not your love what it is because He put it into your heart first? Have you not often been cross with them? Sometimes unjust to them? Whence came the returning love that rose from unknown depths in your being, and swept away the anger and the injustice? You did not create that love. Probably you were not good enough to send for it by prayer. But it came. God sent it. He makes you love your children.

What does God want me to do?”, not “What will God do if I do so and so?

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

She would wonder what had hurt her when she found her face wet with tears, and then would wonder how she could have been hurt without knowing it.

The kingdom of heaven is not come even when God's will is our law; it is fully come when God's will is our will.