Age is not all decay. It is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.

I have no time to grow old...I am too busy for that. It is very idle to grow old.

The old man of the Earth stooped over the floor of the cave, raised a huge stone from it, and left it leaning. It disclosed a great hole that went plumb-down. "That is the way," he said. "But there are no stairs." "You must throw yourself in. There is no other way."

Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call reality? -- not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier?

A gentle wind of western birth, From some far summer sea, Wakes daisies in the wintry earth.

Not even nothingness preceded life. Nothingness owes its very idea to existence.

The root of all rebellion, it is because we are not near enough to Thee to partake of thy liberty that we want a liberty of our own different from thine.

That man is perfect in faith who can come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and his desires, without a glow or an inspiration, with the weight of low thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness, and say to him, 'Thou art my refuge, because thou art my home.'

Whatever God gives you to do, do it as well as you can. This is the best possible preparation for what He may want you to do next.

There is one show of breeding vulgarity seldom assumes, simplicity.