Oh Lord, let me not live to be useless.

When Poetry thus keeps its place as the handmaiden of piety, it shall attain not a poor perishable wreath, but a crown that fadeth not away.

Money never stays with me. It would burn me if it did. I throw it out of my hands as soon as possible, lest it should find its way into my heart.

A constant attention to the work which God entrusts us with is a mark of solid piety.

I learned more about Christianity from my mother than from all the theologians in England.

God does nothing except in response to believing prayer.

And now run the race which is set before thee, in the royal way of universal love.