Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

It is a great thing, when our Gethsemane hours come, when the cup of bitterness is pressed to our lips ... to feel that it is not fate, that it is not necessity, but divine love for good ends working upon us.

In the history of man it has been very generally the case that when evils have grown insufferable they have touched the point of cure.

Goodness consists not in outward things we do, but in the inward thing we are.

Life is a crucible. We are thrown into it and tried.

There are daily martyrdoms occurring of more or less self-abnegation, and of which the world knows nothing.

Neutral men are the devil's allies.

This is the essential evil of vice: it debases a man.