Mankind thinks either too much or too little of sin.
True prayer is not asking God for love; it is learning to love, and to include all mankind in one affection.
The sharp experiences of belief in the supposititious life of matter, as well as our disappointments and ceaseless woes, turn us like tired children to the arms of divine Love.
To those leaning on the sustaining infinite, today is big with blessings.
Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven.
Spring is my sweetheart.