What we suffer for is enriched by our suffering until it becomes priceless.

To see men admitting that you are what you believe yourself to be, is one of the triumphs of existence.

Nature protects us in our uttermost losses by a density through which conviction is slow to penetrate.

The stoicism that comes of endurance has something of death in it.

What we suffer for is enriched by our suffering until it becomes priceless.

One meets and wakes you to vivid life in an immortal hour. Thousands could not do it through eternity.

The form of religion was always a trivial matter to me. ... The pageantry of the Roman Church that first mothered and nurtured me touches me to this day. I love the Protestant prayers of the English Church. And I love the stern and knotty argument, the sermon with heads and sequences, of the New England Congregationalist. For this catholicity Catholics have upbraided me, churchmen rebuked me, and dissenters denied that I had any religion at all.