Happiness does not depend on outward things, but on the way we see them.

Her face was brilliant and glowing; but this glow was not one of brightness; it suggested the fearful glow of a conflagration in the midst of a dark night.

In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.

Art lifts man from his personal life into the universal life.

To regard Christ as God, and to pray to him, are to my mind the greatest possible sacrilege.

She was in that highly-wrought state when the reasoning powers act with great rapidity: the state a man is in before a battle or a struggle, in danger, and at the decisive moments of life - those moments when a man shows once and for all what he is worth, that his past was not lived in vain but was a preparation for these moments.

From the child of five to myself is but a step. But from the newborn baby to the child of five is an appalling distance.