With a mind not diseased, a holy life is a life of hope; and at the end of it, death is a great act of hope.

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.

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

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.

Her shoes were comfortable. They reflected her hope for the evening.

Find the window of unconditional love in your heart and liberate yourself from the prison of judgemental and conforming thoughts.

We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.

Gloom we have always with us, a rank and sturdy weed, but joy requires tending.

We have a very narrow view of what is going on.

I think music can heal your soul if you'll let it. It can also bring you up if you're down. It can also bring you down if you're too up. It's a mood thing.

God has really blessed me. He could've allowed me to keep playing, but instead he saved my life.

We have a cultural notion that if children were not engineered, if we did not manipulate them, they would grow up as beasts in the field. This is the wildest fallacy in the world.

We use a Native American tradition of the talking stick. You sit and pass it around and whoever has the stick has to talk. Some people just hold it. Others really share.

So we can't go backwards, we can only go where the evolutionary trajectory is taking us and attune our ideas about ourselves and our existence to that course.