To me this technical acceptation seems not applicable here, where we have to deal with the simplest moral precepts, and not with psychological niceties of Buddhist philosophy.

There never was a false god, nor was there ever really a false religion, unless you call a child a false man.

While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.

The gospel is the fulfillment of all hopes, the perfection of all philosophy, the interpretation of all revelation, the key to all the seeming contradictions of the physical and moral world.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

The morning hour has gold at the mouth.

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less; but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul; with all his strength and with all his will.