I wait for the morning of my tears

Pity on the person who has become accustomed to seeing in necessity something arbitrary, who ascribes to the arbitrary some sort of reason, and even claims that following that sort of reason has religious value.

Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.

Whatever is the object of a saint's hope is the subject of his prayer.

What is the true test of character unless it be its progressive development in the bustle and turmoil, in the action and reaction of daily life.

The moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves, too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never have otherwise occurred...unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way.

Our modern wars make many unhappy while they last and none happy when they are over.