There is a dew in one flower and not in another, because one opens in cup and takes it in, while the other closes itself, and the drops run off. God rains His goodness and mercy as widespread as the dew, and if we lack them, it is because we will not open our hearts to receive them.

Oh, ye infidel philosophers, teach me how to find joy in sorrow, strength in weakness, and light in darkest days; how to bear buffeting and scorn; how to welcome death, and to pass through it into the sphere of life, and this not for me only, but for the whole world that groans and travails in pain; and till you can do this, speak not to me of a better revelation than the Bible.

If Christ is not divine, every impulse of the Christian world falls to a lower octave, and light and love and hope decline.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

Death? Translated into the heavenly tongue, that word means life!

A lie always needs a truth for a handle to it.

Someone calls biography the home aspect of history.