To think is of itself to be useful; it is always and in all cases a striving toward God.

Love is reducing the universe to one being.

Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.

...It all seemed to him to have disappeared as if behind a curtain at a theater. There are such curtains that drop in life. God is moving on to the next act.

The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.

People do not lack strength; they lack will.

A day will come when a cannon will be exhibited in museums, just as instruments of torture are now, and the people will be astonished that such a thing could have been.