Where charity stands watching and faith holds wide the door the dark night wakes - the glory breaks, Christmas comes once more.

The trouble is that I'm in a hurry, but God isn't.

There is no life so humble that, if it be true and genuinely human and obedient to God, it may not hope to shed some of His light. There is no life so meager that the greatest and wisest of us can afford to despise it. We cannot know at what moment it may flash forth with the life of God.

The true way to be humble is not to stoop until you are smaller than yourself, but to stand at your real height against some higher nature that will show you what the real smallness of your greatness is.

There is a necessary limit to our achievement, but none to our attempt.

There is such a difference between coming out of sorrow thankful for relief, and coming out of sorrow full of sympathy with and trust in Him who has released us.

Bear with the faults of others as you would have them bear with yours.