“Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.”

Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning.

Eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably.

Once people stop believing in God, the problem is not that they will believe in nothing; rather, the problem is that they will believe anything.

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

The fact that our heart yearns for something Earth can’t supply is proof that Heaven must be our home.

He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less.

In such a fearful world, we need a fearless church.

You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.

Nothing you have not given away will ever really be yours.

If you never take risks, you’ll never accomplish great things. Everybody dies, but not everyone has lived.

What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it.

She’s the sort of woman who lives for others – you can tell the others by their hunted expression.

Mere change is not growth. Growth is the synthesis of change and continuity, and where there is no continuity there is no growth.

Education without values, as useful as it is, seems rather to make man a more clever devil.

If you live for the next world, you get this one in the deal; but if you live only for this world, you lose them both.

Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.

Teach young girls that their beauty is only a fraction of who they are.

If beauty is truth, why don’t women go to the library to have their hair done?

But what if we took it one step further and made an effort to actually transform our pain into something beautiful? What if we went full out and made an effort to transform other people’s pain into something beautiful?

The eyes of a woman who never cried can not be beautiful.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

It’s not my job to look beautiful. It’s my job to look interesting.

I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.

What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint.