“Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all.”

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.

Believe and be confirmed.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.

Solitude is sometimes the best society.

Where more is meant than meets the ear.

No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

When we speak of knowing God, it must be understood with reference to man’s limited powers of comprehension. God, as He really is, is far beyond man’s imagination, let alone understanding. God has revealed only so much of Himself as our minds can conceive and the weakness of our nature can bear.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.