Some time in our lives every man and woman of us, putting out our hands toward the stars, touch on either side our prison walls the immutable limitations of temperament

Anger as well as love casts out fear.

... in a wicked way, it is an incentive to good living to observe the spice of enjoyment there is to a godly soul in a very little sin.

faith, it seems to me, is not the holding of certain dogmas; it is simply openness and readiness of heart to believe any truth which God may show.

moral vanity is the snare of good people.

Truth is like heat or light; its vibrations are endless, and are endlessly felt.

If you give way to fear, you'll be a coward; and ... a coward is apt to be a liar. The devil's first name is Fear.