O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of leaves, but let its million palms unfold the adoration of the trees Of all man's works of art, a cathedral is greatest. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.

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

Let the GRATEFUL HEART sweep through the day that it may recognize in every hour some sweet blessing.

Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

Someone calls biography the home aspect of history.

I never know how to worship until I know how to love; and to love I must have something that I can put my arms around, — something that, touching my heart, shall leave not the chill of ice, but the warmth of summer.

Titles are too "thin" for the nineteenth century.