Most people go not by argument, but by sympathies.

True religion is slow in growth, and, when once planted, is difficult of dislodgement; but its intellectual counterfeit has no root in itself: it springs up suddenly, it suddenly withers.

There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast when struggling passions lower, Touched by its influence, in the soul arise Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies.

There are wounds of the spirit which never close and are intended in God's mercy to bring us nearer to Him, and to prevent us leaving Him by their very perpetuity. Such wounds then may almost be taken as a pledge, or at least as a ground for a humble trust, that God will give us the great gift of perseverance to the end. This is how I comfort myself in my own great bereavements.

Thought and speech are inseparable from each other. Matter and expression are parts of one; style is a thinking out into language.

If we insist on being as sure as is conceivable... we must be content to creep along the ground, and never soar.

You must make up your mind to the prospect of sustaining a certain measure of pain and trouble in you'r passage through life.