Nothing dies so hard, or rallies so often as intolerance.

Not thine the sorrow, but ours, sainted soul! Thou hast indeed entered into the promised land, while we are yet on the march. To us remain the rocking of the deep, the storm upon the land, days of duty and nights of watching; but thou are sphered high above all darkness and fear, beyond all sorrow and weariness. Rest, oh, weary heart!

Love is God's loaf; and this is that feeding for which we are taught to pray, "Give us this day our daily bread."

Of all formal things in the world, a clipped hedge is the most formal; and of all the informal things in the world, a forest tree is the most informal.

No man can tell another his faults so as to benefit him, unless he loves him.

“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”

Mirthfulness is in the mind and you cannot get it out. It is just as good in its place as conscience or veneration.