Every soul has a landscape that changes with the wind that sweeps the sky, with the clouds that return after its rain.

Every soul has a landscape that changes with the wind that sweeps the sky, with the clouds that return after its rain.

Right gladly would He free them from their misery, but He knows only one way: He will teach them to be like himself, meek and lowly, bearing with gladness the yoke of His Father's will. This in the one, the only right, the only possible way of freeing them from their sin, the cause of their unrest.

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.

If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give.

Thou art beautiful because God created thee, but thou art a slave to sin... wickedness has made you ugly.

No one is likely to remember what is entirely uninteresting to him.