The second childhood of a saint is the early infancy of a happy immortality, as we believe.

Eternity is the divine treasure-house, and hope is the window, by means of which mortals are permitted to see, as through a glass darkly, the things which God is preparing.

... science and speculation pass into mystery at last.

To commiserate is sometimes more than to give, for money is external to a man's self, but he who bestows compassion communicates his own soul.

Yes, death, the hourly possibility of it, death is the sublimity of life.

It is our souls which are the everlastingness of God's purpose in this earth.

Let a disciple live as Christ lived, and he will easily believe in living again as Christ does.

Let God do with me what He will, anything He will; and, whatever it be, it will be either heaven itself, or some beginning of it.

God would never have let us long for our friends with such a strong and holy love, if they were not waiting for us.

This earth will be looked back on like a lowly home, and this life of ours be remembered like a short apprenticeship to duty.

Not every hour, nor every day, perhaps, can generous wishes ripen into kind actions; but there is not a moment that cannot be freighted with prayer.

Vulnerability + Action + Positive Thinking = Courage

If an eagle be imprisonedon the back of a coin, and the coin tossedinto the sky, the coin will spin, the coin will flutter, but the eagle will never fly.

I think I was his lifeline too. We were both adrift in New Your City. We were both surrounded by so many people, but ultimately we were terribly alone. Until we found each other.

I know it was wonderful but I don't know how I did it.

That which you create in beauty and goodness and truth lives on for all time to come. Don't spend your life accumulating material objects that will only turn to dust and ashes.

Most people are too fretful, they worry to much. Success means being very patient, but aggressive when it's time.

I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.

Everything beautiful has to be worked for.

We don't trust our five senses; we rely on our critics and educators, all of whom are failures in the realm of creation.

I was good at math, math was my thing - but I was not nearly good enough to be an astrophysicist. I was way outta my league. I realized this very quickly.