To wish to do without other men and to be under obligation to no one, is a sure mark of a mind devoid of feeling.

There is no truly Christian man who keeps an unconverted pocket-book. 

Every love is religious in proportion to its pure intensity; 

We are little men, and we are in a hurry.   God is great, and He is in no hurry.   But if we are to work with the Eternal we must needs learn patience.

And the proper action of this lovingness, a word better than pity, for it implies no superiority, is through patience.

Of all the sad things in this world there is nothing so sad as that – to have seen the good and to have let it go.

Truly has it been said that men only enjoy a feast by forgetting the starving.

They saw in their fellows not the actual but the ideal man.   They saw in the meanest and guiltiest wretch that lived possibilities of the divinest graces that human character can illustrate. 

A bruised reed thou shalt not break.