There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed.

It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed - who cannot speak for themselves.

In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.

O, because I have had only that kind of benevolence which consists in lying on a sofa, and cursing the church and clergy for not being martyrs and confessors. One can see, you know, very easily, how others ought to be martyrs.

The same quickness which makes a mind buoyant in gladness often makes it gentlest and most sympathetic in sorrow.

My vocation to preach on paper.

Prayer is a long rope with a strong hold.