The God of the Bible is a moral monstrosity.

A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track-an inch between wreck and smooth-rolling prosperity.

The superfluous blossoms on a fruit tree are meant to symbolize the large way God loves to do pleasant things.

God washes the eyes by tears until they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more. O love! O affliction! ye are the guides that show us the way through the great airy space where our loved ones walked; and, as hounds easily follow the scent before the dew be risen, so God teaches us, while yet our sorrow is wet, to follow on and find our dear ones in heaven.

The beginnings of moral enterprises in this world are never to be measured by any apparent growth. ... At length comes the sudden ripeness and the full success, and he who is called in at the final moment deems this success his own. He is but the reaper and not the labourer. Other men sowed and tilled and he but enters into their labours.

The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul.

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.