Two points of danger beset mankind; namely, making sin seem either too large or too little.
Matter and death are mortal illusions.
Jealousy is the grave of affection.
Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven.
To live and let live, without clamor for distinction or recognition; to wait on divine love; to write truth first on the tablet of one's own heart - this is the sanity and perfection of living, and my human ideal.
The lives of great men and women are miracles of patience and perseverance.