Religion! Is what you hear at church religion? Is that which can bend and turn, and descend and ascend, to fit every crooked phase of selfish, worldly society, religion? Is that religion which is less scrupulous, less generous, less just, less considerate for man, than even my own ungodly, worldly, blinded nature? No! When I look for religion, I must look for something above me, and not something beneath.

Love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and new flowers to cover the ground.

Rome is an astonishment!

Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.

For, so inconsistent is human nature, especially in the ideal, that not to undertake a thing at all seems better than to undertake and come short.

I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.

Get your evidences of grace by pressing forward to the mark, and not by groping with a lantern after the boundary lines.