Truth is truth, whether from the lips of Jesus or Balaam.

The first thing a kindness deserves is acceptance, the second, transmission.

My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not; I think thy answers make me what I am.

All those evil doctrines about God that work misery and madness have their origin in the brains of the wise and prudent, not in the hearts of children.

Do you think you love your children better than He who made them? Is not your love what it is because He put it into your heart first? Have you not often been cross with them? Sometimes unjust to them? Whence came the returning love that rose from unknown depths in your being, and swept away the anger and the injustice? You did not create that love. Probably you were not good enough to send for it by prayer. But it came. God sent it. He makes you love your children.

The time for speaking seldom arrives, the time for being never departs.

But I begin to think the chief difficulty in writing a book must be to keep out what does not belong to it.