As life draws nearer to its end, I feel more and more clearly that it will not matter in the least, at the last day, what form of religion a man has professed-nay, that many who have never even heard of Christ, will in that day find themselves saved by His blood.

If you set to work to believe everything, you will tire out the believing-muscles of your mind, and then you'll be so weak you won't be able to believe the simplest true things.

His answer trickled through my head like water through a sieve.

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying.

Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish, game or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two pennyworth of beautiful soup?

Be sure the safest rule is that we should not dare to live in any scene in which we dare not die.