Resignation is, to some extent, spoiled for me by the fact that it is so entirely conformable to the laws of common-sense. I should like just a little more of the supernatural in the practice of my favorite virtue.

There is, by God's grace, an immeasurable distance between late and too late.

Let our lives be pure as snowfields, where our steps leave a mark but no stain.

The inventory of my faith for this lower world is soon made out. I believe in Him who made it.

Impassioned characters never attain their mark till they have overshot it.

We recognize the action of God in great things: we exclude it in small. We forget that the Lord of eternity is also the Lord of the hour.

The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair: 'tis hope that rises to the surface. It is a sinner whose heart he moves. It is a saint who returns him thanks.