Religion is life inspired by Heavenly Love; and life is something fresh and cheerful and vigorous.

It is one of the most beautiful facts in this human existence of ours, that we remember the earliest and freshest part of it most vividly. Doubtless it was meant that our childhood should live on in us forever.

Whatever with the past has gone, The best is always yet to come.

Canst thou prophesy, thou little tree, What the glory of thy boughs shall be?

Whether rich or poor, a home is not a home unless the roots of love are ever striking deeper through the crust of the earthly and the conventional, into the very realities of being, not consciously always; seldom, perhaps; the simplicity of loving grows by living simply near nature and God.

That larger vision is certain to make clear the value in our own lives of service to others.

Every true friend is a glimpse of God.