Those are not the tears of repentance!... Self-loathing is not sorrow. Yet it is good, for it marks a step in the way home, and in the father's arms the prodigal forgets the self he abominates.

...it is so silly of people to fancy that old age means crookedness and witheredness and feebleness and sticks and spectacles and rheumatism and forgetfulness! It is so silly! Old age has nothing whatever to do with all that. The right old age means strength and beauty and mirth and courage and clear eyes and strong painless limbs.

Never be discouraged because good things get on so slowly here; and never fail daily to do that good which lies next to your hand.

We die daily. Happy those who daily come to life as well.

It is only by loving a thing that you can make it yours.

In the midst of death we are in life. Life is the only reality; what men call death is but a shadow.

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