The sun does not shine for a few trees, and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. The lonely pine on the mountain-top waves its sombre boughs and cries, 'Thou art my sun.' And the little meadow violet lifts its cup of blue, and whispers with its perfumed breath, 'Thou art my sun.' And the grain in a thousand fields rustles in the wind, and makes answer, 'Thou art my sun.' So God sits effulgent in heaven, not for a favored few, but for the universe of life; and there is no creature so poor or so low that he may not look up with childish confidence and say, 'My Father, Thou art mine.

Find out what your temptations are, and you will find out largely what you are yourself.

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

All words are pegs to hang ideas on.

The call to religion is not a call to be better than your fellows, but to be better than yourself. Religion is relative to the individual.

God asks no man whether he will accept life. That is not the choice. You must take it. The only choice is how.

The prouder a man is, the more he thinks he deserves, and the more he thinks he deserves, the less he really does deserve.