The world...is full of resurrections... Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have been out early, and have seen the first of the dawn, will know it - the day rises out of the night like a being that has burst its tomb and escaped into life.

And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay.

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.

As no scripture is of private interpretation, so is there no feeling in a human heart which exists in that heart alone - which is not, in some form or degree, in every human heart.

No man can make haste to be rich without going against the will of God, in which case it is the one frightful thing to be successful.

Heaven...a place where everything that is not music is silence.

What would the Living One have me do?