The lives of great men and women are miracles of patience and perseverance.

Every luminary in the constellation of human greatness, like the stars, comes out in the darkness to shine with the reflected light of God.

Sorrow has its reward. It never leaves us where it found us.

True prayer is not asking God for love; it is learning to love, and to include all mankind in one affection.

When the heart speaks, however simple the words, its language is always acceptable to those who have hearts.

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.

Jealousy is the grave of affection.