Let us not depreciate Earth. There is no atom in it but is alive and astir in the all-penetrating splendor of God. From the infinitesimal to the infinite, everything is striving to express the thought of His Presence with which it overflows.

A complete autobiography would indeed be a picture of the outer and inner universe photographed upon one little life's consciousness. For does not the whole world, seen and unseen, go to the making up of every human being?

Rich or poor, every child comes into the world with some imperative need of its own, which shapes its individuality.

The curse of covetousness is that it destroys manhood by substituting money for character.

A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.

Some of us must wait for the best human gifts until we come to heavenly places. Our natural desire for musical utterance is perhaps a prophecy that in a perfect world we shall all know how to sing.

I don't own an inch of land, but all I see is mine.