I am convinced that God is love, this thought has for me a primitive lyrical validity. When it is present to me, I am unspeakably blissful, when it is absent, I long for it more vehemently than does the lover for his object.

Busyness, keeping up with others, hustling hither and yon, makes it almost impossible for an individual to form a heart.

It is modest of the nightingale not to require anyone to listen to it; but it is also proud of the nightingale not to care whether any one listens to it or not.

Personality is only ripe when a man has made the truth his own.

Irony is a qualification of subjectivity.

The door to happiness opens outward.

The truly simple way of presenting Christianity is to do it.