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

Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here.

No one is likely to remember what is entirely uninteresting to him.

As in all sweetest music, a tinge of sadness was in every note. Nor do we know how much of the pleasures even of life we owe to the intermingled sorrows. Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths, although deepest truth must be deepest joy.

I only know when I don't know a thing. My uncle has taught me that wisdom lies in that.

What God may hereafter require of you, you must not give yourself the least trouble about. Everything He gives you to do, you must do as well as ever you can, and that is the best possible preparation for what He may want you to do next. If people would but do what they have to do, they would always find themselves ready for what came next.

What would the Living One have me do?