“Next to the consolations of divine grace, it is the most sovereign balm to the miseries of life, both in him who is the object of it, and in him who exercises it.”

One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.

War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.

But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.

The joy resulting from the diffusion of blessings to all around us is the purest and sublimest that can ever enter the human mind, and can be conceived only by those who have experienced it.

Bad thoughts quickly ripen into bad actions.

Through the sequester’d vale of rural life The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way.

Love is something so divine, Description would but make it less; ‘Tis what I feel, but can’t define, ‘Tis what I know but can’t express

One murder makes a villian, millions a hero

The Bahá´í Faith is consolation for humanity.

Examining the world in order to find consolation is very much like looking carefully over the pages of a great book in order to find our own name . … Whether we find what we want or not, our preoccupation has hindered us from a true knowledge of the contents.

A world in which time is absolute is a world of consolation. For while the movements of people are unpredictable, the movement of time is predictable.

A world in which time is absolute is a world of consolation.

I write what I call ‘novels of consolation’ for people who are bright and sophisticated.

None better suited to the cure of our temporal ills than a friend to whom we may turn for consolation in time of trouble, and with whom we may share happiness in time of joy.

We are great and our faults are great and therefore our problems great and great are our consolations.

The God of all consolation, who heals the broken hearts and takes care of the wounds, hear our prayer: