There is religion in everything around us, - a calm and holy religion in the unbreathing things of Nature, which man would do well to imitate.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Deep connection is the antidote to madness.

There's nothing I did not hear, there's nothing I did not see, but I never despair.

If there's a password needed at the gates of heaven, only Latin will unlock it, he thinks.

I have never been able to renounce the light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up.

I think accessibility is what often denies horror its deserved attention. So it all depends on the execution and whether mainstream audiences can accept it.

Between calculated risk and reckless decision-making lies the dividing line between profit and loss.

I have a very acute sense of place and time, so all of my stories are rooted in a place and a time.

Whatever... you pretend... if any of you be a prayerless person, or a scoffer, or a lover of evil company, in a word, if you are not a holy, strict, and self-denying Christian, you cannot be saved.

Swaraj will favour Hinduism no more than Islam, nor Islam more than Hinduism.

Everything is perfect in the universe - even your desire to improve it.