I wonder what day I shall die on - one passes year by year over one's death day, as one might pass over one's grave.

We can believe what we choose. We are answerable for what we choose to believe.

Satan is inconsistent. He persuades a man not to go to a synagogue on a cold morning; yet when the man does go, he follows him into it.

Cruelty to animals is as if humans did not love God.

It is almost a definition of a gentleman to say that he is one who never inflicts pain.

Christ is already in that place of peace, which is all in all. He is on the right hand of God. He is hidden in the brightness of the radiance which issues from the everlasting throne. He is in the very abyss of peace, where there is no voice of tumult or distress, but a deep stillness--stillness, that greatest and most awful of all goods which we can fancy; that most perfect of joys, the utter profound, ineffable tranquillity of the Divine Essence. He has entered into His rest. That is our home; here we are on a pilgrimage, and Christ calls us to His many mansions which He has prepared.

Let us act on what we have, since we have not what we wish.