The religion that fosters intolerance needs another Christ to die for it.

Flowers . . . have a mysterious and subtle influence upon the feelings, not unlike some strains of music. They relax the tenseness of the mind. They dissolve its rigor.

We not only live among men, but there are airy hosts, blessed spectators, sympathetic lookers-on, that see and know and appreciate our thoughts and feelings and acts.

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

Many men build as cathedrals are built-the part nearest the ground finished, but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.

Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs ...and then cackles.

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