And if by merely cultivating our own power of appreciation, by letting our light shine before men, we can do something to show the way upwards to those who have not yet seen it, still more potent is the influence of those who can actually create new delights and new interests in any branch of art or knowledge.

Happiness is the result of our own energy and cannot be poured upon the soul, and is almost independent of circumstances:  it is made by us, not for us.

Every one confesses that the more we can feel with all that is human, the better and fresher we are, the more capable of fine enjoyment, the more delightful and useful to the world…..   But very few make it, as Christ did, the business of their lives. 

He is tenderest, not who has sinned, as is sometimes vainly thought, – but who has known best the power of sin, by overcoming it.

 Length without breadth is hard and narrow.   Breadth without length – sympathy with others in a man who has no intense and clear direction for himself- is soft and weak.

As I rub my way on in the journey of life, I find that goodness, real and unpretending, is the one thing of which one never wearies.

Christ sets His followers no tasks.   He appoints no hours.   He allots no sphere.   He Himself simply went about and did good.

…we yield more freely to the one who helps to foster our particular personality than to him who would thrust it aside, and replace it by his own.

Given a book, and anything may happen in the way of inspiration;  given a personality, and some Peter may leave all to follow Him.