If God but cares for our inward and eternal life, if by all the experiences of this life He is reducing it and preparing for its disclosure, nothing can befall us but prosperity. Every sorrow shall be but the setting of some luminous jewel of joy. Our very morning shall be but the enamel around the diamond; our very hardships but the metallic rim that holds the opal, glancing with strange interior fires.

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

Thinking cannot be clear until it has had expression-we must write, or speak, or act our thoughts, or they will remain in half torpid form. Our feelings must have expression, or they will be as clouds, which, till they descend in rain, will never bring up fruit or flowers. So it is with all the inward feelings; expression gives them development-thought is the blossom; language is the opening bud; action the fruit behind it.

A cobweb is as good as the mightiest cable when there is strain upon it.

Suffering is part of the divine idea.

Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs ...and then cackles.

Nobody ever sees truth except in fragments.