Now I want you to think that in life troubles will come, which seem as if they never would pass away. The night and storm look as if they would last forever; but the calm and the morning cannot be stayed; the storm in its very nature is transient. The effort of nature, as that of the human heart, ever is to return to its repose, for God is Peace.

You must learn to be strong in the dark as well as in the day, else you will always be only half brave.

There are thousands willing to do great things for one willing to do a small thing.

My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not; I think thy answers make me what I am.

When I look like this into the blue sky, it seems so deep, so peaceful, so full of a mysterious tenderness, that I could lie for centuries and wait for the dawning of the face of God out of the awe-inspiring loving-kindness.

You would not think any duty small, If you yourself were great.

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.