I am so tried by the things said about God. I understand God's patience with the wicked, but I do wonder how he can be so patient with the pious!

To try too hard to make people good is one way to make them worse. The only way to make them good is to be good, remembering well the beam and the mote.

All about us, in earth and air, wherever the eye or ear can reach, there is a power ever breathing itself forth in signs, now in daisy, now in a wind-waft, a cloud, a sunset; a power that holds constant and sweetest relation with the dark and silent world within us. The same God who is in us, and upon whose tree we are the buds, if not yet the flowers, also is all about us- inside, the Spirit; outside, the Word. And the two are ever trying to meet in us.

When I look like this into the blue sky, it seems so deep, so peaceful, so full of a mysterious tenderness, that I could lie for centuries and wait for the dawning of the face of God out of the awe-inspiring loving-kindness.

The miracles of Jesus were the ordinary works of his Father, wrought small and swift that we might take them in.

There is no strength in unbelief. Even the unbelief of what is false is no source of might. It is the truth shining from behind that gives the strength to disbelieve.

To judge religion we must have it--not stare at it from the bottom of a seemingly interminable ladder.