Prayer draws us near to our own souls.

Charity, like poetry, should be cultivated, if only for its being graceful.

We incline to think that God cannot explain His own secrets and that He would like a little information upon certain points Himself. We mortals astonish Him as much as He us. But it is this Being of the matter; there lies the knot with which we choke ourselves. As soon as you say Me, a God, a Nature, so soon you jump off from your stool and hang from the beam. Yes, that word is the hangman. Take God out of the dictionary, and you would have Him in the street.

And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.

Whatever my fate, I'll go to it laughing.

There is a woe that is wisdom, a woe that is madness.

Whenever we discover a dislike in us, toward any one, we should ever be a little suspicious of ourselves.