The perfection of His relation to us swallows up all our imperfections, all our defeats, all our evils; for our childhood is born of His fatherhood. That man is perfect in faith who can come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and his desires, without a glow or an aspiration, with the weight of low thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness, and say to Him, “Thou art my refuge, because Thou art my home”.

Anything big enough to occupy our minds is big enough to hang a prayer on.

Forgiveness is the giving, and so the receiving, of life.

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

Remember, then, that whoever does not mean good is always in danger of harm. But I try to give everybody fair play, and those that are in the wrong are in far more need of it always than those who are in the right: they can afford to do without it.

Seeing is not believing - it is only seeing.

And so all growth that is not towards God Is growing to decay.