Those who do the most, often talk — sometimes think — the least: yet thinkers, talkers, and doers, being in earnest, achieve their appointed end. The thinkers put wisdom into the mouth of the speakers, and both strive together to animate and counsel the doers. Thus all work harmoniously together
Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
Give us one heart, one tongue, one faith, one love.
In Thy great Oneness made complete and strong —
To do Thy work throughout the happy world —
Thy world, All-merciful, Thy perfect world.
Wist ye not
That I must be about my Father's business?
No virtue ever was founded on a lie.
When faith and hope fail, as they do sometimes, we must try charity, which is love in action.
The irrevocable Hand
That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut
The portals of our earthly destinies;
We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors
Close after us, for ever.
O Thou that openest, and no man shuts;
That shut'st, and no man opens — Thee we wait!
And all day long, so close and near,
As in a mystic dream I hear
Their gentle accents kind and dear —
The old familiar voices.
Down in the deep, up in the sky,
I see them always, far or nigh,
And I shall see them till I die —
Sweet April-time — O cruel April-time!
Let Thy wide hand
Gather us all — with none left out (O God!
Leave Thou out none!) from the east and from the west.
Meek — as the meek that shall inherit earth,
Pure — as the pure in heart that shall see God.
I fear, the inevitable conclusion we must all come to is, that in the world happiness is quite indefinable. We can no more grasp it than we can grasp the sun in the sky or the moon in the water.
Let every one of us cultivate, in every word that issues from our mouth, absolute truth.
Do your neighbour good by all means in your power, moral as well as physical — by kindness, by patience, by unflinching resistance against every outward evil — by the silent preaching of your own contrary life.
Nevertheless, taking life as a whole, believing that it consists not in what we have, but in our power of enjoying the same
I think, at any day throughout his long reign, the King would sooner have lost his crown than have lost sight of the Beautiful Mountains.
Gossip, public, private, social — to fight against it either by word or pen seems, after all, like fighting with shadows.
O infinitely human, yet divine!
