Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free. But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing.

I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him.

For many years, at great cost, I traveled through many countries, saw the high mountains, the oceans. The only things I did not see were the sparkling dewdrops in the grass just outside my door.

Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.

The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation. They have to be endlessly explained by the commentaries of individual lives, and they gain an added mystery in each new revelation.

If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.