Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.

It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.

Would not the child's heart break in despair when the first cold storm of the world sweeps over it, if the warm sunlight of love from the eyes of mother and father did not shine upon him like the soft reflection of divine light and love?

No one who has not examined patiently and honestly the other religions of the world can know what Christianity really is, or can join with such truth and sincerity in the words of St. Paul, "I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ.

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.

The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind; but the odor of good people travels; even against the wind: a good man pervades every place.