Good men are not those who now and then do a good act, but men who join one good act to another.

We may cover a multitude of sins with the white robe of charity.

Religion, in one sense, is a life of self-denial, just as husbandry, in one sense, is a work of death.

There can be no barrenness in full summer. The very sand will yield something. Rocks will have mosses, and every rift will have its wind-flower, and every crevice a leaf; while from the fertile soil will be reared a gorgeous troop of growths, that will carry their life in ten thousand forms, but all with praise to God. And so it is when the soul knows its summer. Love redeems its weakness, clothes its barrenness, enriches its poverty, and makes its very desert to bud and blossom as the rose.

Pain is God's midwife, that helps some virtue into existence.

Someone calls biography the home aspect of history.

Today is a goblet day. The whole heavens have been mingled with exquisite skill to a delicious flavor, and the crystal cup put to every lip. Breathing is like ethereal drinking. It is a luxury simply to exist.