I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.

Christianity is a missionary religion, converting, advancing, aggressive, encompassing the world; a non-missionary church is in the bands of death.

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

It is the heart that makes the critic, not the nose.

There is no book in the world that is so thrilling, stirring and inspiring as the Upanishads.

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.

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