Happy is the man who has that in his soul which acts upon the dejected as April airs upon violet roots. Gifts from the hand are silver and gold, but the heart gives that which neither silver nor gold can buy. To be full of goodness, full of cheerfulness, full of sympathy, full of helpful hope, causes a man to carry blessings of which he is himself as unconscious as a lamp is of its own shining. Such a one moves on human life as stars move on dark seas to bewildered mariners; as the sun wheels, bringing all the seasons with him from the south.

It is defeat that turns bone to flint, gristle to muscle, and makes men invincible.

The power of hiding ourselves from one another is mercifully given, for men are wild beasts, and would devour one another but for this protection.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

Watch lest prosperity destroy generosity.

We are never ripe till we have been made so by suffering.

The soul is a temple; and God is silently building it by night and by day. Precious thoughts are building it; disinterested love is building it; all-penetrating faith is building it.