City of rest! - as it seems to our modern senses, - how is it possible that so busy, so pitiless and covetous a life as history shows us, should have gone to the making and the fashioning of Venice!

Every man is bound to leave a story better than he found it.

Conviction is the conscience of the mind.

But no man has a monopoly of conscience.

Learn the lesson of your own pain--learn to seek God, not in any single event of past history, but in your own soul--in the constant verifications of experience, in the life of Christian love.

My grandmother made her home at Fox How under the shelter of the fells, with her four daughters, the youngest of whom was only eight when their father died.

Truth has never been, can never be, contained in any one creed or system.

It is the rank and file - the average woman - for whom the world has opened up so astonishingly.

For after my marriage I had made various attempts to write fiction. They were clearly failures.

But the mind travels far - and mysteriously - in sleep.

The answer, of course, in the mouth of a Christian teacher is that in Christianity alone is there both present joy and future hope.

If you forsake a path, it is because you were hoping for conviction from it. You seek conviction, not self-knowledge.

I learned to ambush the fear and I managed to turn vulnerability to ruthlessness.

To repel one's cross is to make it heavier.

The supernatural birth of Christ, his miracles, his resurrection and ascension, remain eternal truths, whatever doubts may be cast on their reality as historical facts.

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

If you ever care about things, that means they have power over you.

Let us...once and forever put an end to that lie which says that Calvinism and an interest in evangelism are not comparable.

The man who hunts a deer does not gaze at the mountains.

This devil loves mankind because men are going to always make the choice that will send him into ascendancy. He's been winning the game for a long time.

A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.