To each soul Christ comes, all trusting as a friend, and in each soul…

I think that the insane desire one has sometimes to bang and kick grumblers and peevish persons, is a Divine instinct.

She has been taught to hold herself in, and not to show her feelings; and that, I think, is as much a drawback sometimes as wearing the heart upon the sleeve.

Ignorance may be bliss, but it certainly is not freedom, except in the minds of those who prefer darkness to light, and chains to liberty. The more true information we can acquire, the better for our enfranchisement.

"Praise the , and love His creatures, birds and beasts as well as men." Sweet Saint of , would that he were here again!

It is strange, sometimes, to find that some silent old lady has a power for sounding human character, which far shrewder persons lack.

Surely the King of Love needed no herald when Himself was here.