“And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.”

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!

Generosity is the flower of justice.

Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.

Happiness is like a butterfly.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

What we call real estate – the solid ground to build a house on – is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.

What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?

Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.

Men of cold passions have quick eyes.

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

The trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.

Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments.

A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.

Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

I’m waiting for the floor to drop out from under me.

A spirit of restlessness and resistance can never wait, but one who believes he is loved with an everlasting love, and knows that underneath are the everlasting arms, will find strength and peace.

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.

To love God is to love His will. It is to wait quietly for life to be measured by One who knows us through and through. It is to be content with His timing and His wise appointment.

Men who have reached and passed forty-five, have a look as if waiting for the secret of the other world, and as if they were perfectly sure of having found out the secret of this.

Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

Knowing that every single day is so filled with potential – you cannot wait for life to give you anything. You have no right to feel entitled. You are not entitled to anything.