It is the heart that is not sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in His presence.
As many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the sons of God.
Moderation is the basis of justice.
Better to have the poet’s heart than brain, Feeling than song.
Things come to the poor that can’t get in at the door of the rich. Their money somehow blocks it up. It is a great privilege to be poor – one that no man covets, and brat a very few have sought to retain, but one that yet many have learned to prize.
There is an aching that is worse than any pain.
Religion is life essential.
A true friend is forever a friend.
A voice is in the wind I do not know A meaning on the face of the high hills Whose utterance I cannot comprehend. A something is behind them: that is God.
This is a wise, sane Christian faith: that a man commit himself, his life, and his hopes to God; that God undertakes the special protection of that man; that therefore that man ought not to be afraid of anything.
God hides nothing. His very work from the beginning is revelation – a casting aside of veil after veil, a showing unto men of truth after truth. On and on from fact Divine He advances, until at length in His Son Jesus He unveils His very face.
Real good-breeding is independent of the forms and refinements of what has assumed to itself the name of society.
Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here.
But there are not a few who would be indignant at having their belief in God questioned, who yet seem greatly to fear imagining Him better than He is.
What a man is lies as certainly upon his countenance as in his heart, though none of his acquaintances may be able to read it. The very intercourse with him may have rendered it more difficult.
Not only then has each man his individual relation to God, but each man has his peculiar relation to God.
To try too hard to make people good is one way to make them worse. The only way to make them good is to be good, remembering well the beam and the mote.
Now and then, when I look round on my books, they seem to waver as if a wind rippled their solid mass, and another world were about to break through.
Truth is truth, whether from the lips of Jesus or Balaam.
Difficulty adds to result, as the ramming of powder sends the bullet the further.