The more we know about this universe, the more mysterious it is. The old world that Job knew was marvelous enough, and his description of its wonders is among the noblest poetry of the race, but today the new science has opened to our eyes vistas of mystery that transcend in their inexplicable marvel anything the ancients ever dreamed.

Nothing in human life, least of all in religion, is ever right until it is beautiful.

Opinions may be mistaken; love never is.

He who cannot rest, cannot work; he who cannot let go, cannot hold on; he who cannot find footing, cannot go forward.

No life ever grows great until it is focused, dedicated, disciplined.

Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.

Religion is something that only secondarily can be taught. It must must primarily be taught.