Do not measure God's mind by your own.

All love will, one day, meet with its return. All true love will, one day, behold its own image in the eyes of the beloved, and be humbly glad.

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

As to the pure all things are pure, so the common mind sees far more vulgarity in others than the mind developed in genuine refinement.

...though I cannot promise to take you home," said North Wind, as she sank nearer and nearer to the tops of the houses, "I can promise you it will be all right in the end. You will get home somehow.

By all means rid yourself of an impoverished faith.

Were I asked, what is a fairytale? I should reply, Read Undine: that is a fairytale.