A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.

Death is better than disease.

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

No man is so poor as that. As well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing worth giving to the sea, because they are not rivers. Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea