You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

Do not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today.

The saints are the sinners who keep on trying.

The full truth of this odd matter is what the world has long been looking for and the public curiosity is sure to welcome.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

In the harsh face of life faith can read a bracing gospel.

Every child can remember laying his head in the grass, staring into the infinitesimal forest and seeing it grow populous with fairy armies.