What joy is better than the news of friends?

Truth never hurt the teller.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.

God is the perfect poet.

Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.

Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.