The Christian faith is a grand cathedral with divinely pictured windows.

If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.

We are but shadows: we are, not endowed with real life, and all that seems most real about us is but the thinnest substance of a dream,--till the heart be touched. That touch creates us--then we begin to be--thereby we are beings of reality and inheritors of eternity.

Nobody will use other people's experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.

I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.

Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.

This greatest mortal consolation, which we derive from the transitoriness of all things-from the right of saying, in every conjuncture, "This, too, will pass away.