How silently, how silently The wonderous gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of his heaven. No ear may hear his coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive him still, The dear Christ enters in.

We do not want to lose our grief, because our grief is bound up with our love and we could not cease to mourn without being robbed of our affections.

As you emphasize your life, you must localize and define it... you cannot do everything.

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

Nothing lies beyond the reach of prayer except that which lies outside the will of God.

We are haunted by an ideal life, and it is because we have within us the beginning and the possibility of it.

Christianity knows no truth which is not the child of love and the parent of duty.