There is no water in oxygen, no water in hydrogen: it comes bubbling fresh from the imagination of the living God, rushing from under the great white throne of the glacier. The very thought of it makes one gasp with an elemental joy no metaphysician can analyse.

We are not made for law, we are made for love.

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

In whatever man does without God, he must fail miserably, or succeed more miserably.

To have what we want is riches; but to be able to do without is power.

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

He may delay because it would not be safe to give us at once what we ask: we are not ready for it. To give ere we could truly receive, would be to destroy the very heart and hope of prayer, to cease to be our Father. The delay itself may work to bring us nearer to our help, to increase the desire, perfect the prayer, and ripen the receptive condition.