I find the doing of the will of God leaves me no time for disputing about his plans — I do not say for thinking about them.

Whose work is it but your own to open your eyes? But indeed the business of the universe is to make such a fool out of you that you will know yourself for one, and begin to be wise.

They will pressure you into doing things that may be unsafe, use your good judgment, and remember, 'I would rather be laughed at, than cried for.'

God is the God of the animals in a far lovelier way, I suspect, than many of us dare to think, but he will not be the God of a man by making a good beast of him.

In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other.

It matters little where a man may be at this moment; the point is whether he is growing.

There are women who fly their falcons at any game, little birds and all.