It is chiefly at the moment when there is the greatest need for attaching them to the painful realities of life, that the threads of thought snap within the brain.
People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, while unlearning them they learn this: There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.
The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being into God, this is love. Love is the salutation of the angel to the stars.
Nothing is small, in fact; any one who is subject to the profound and penetrating influence of nature knows this.
A good mayor is a useful person. How can you hold back when you have the chance to do good?
Good night! Good night! Far flies the light; But still God's love Shall flame above, Making all bright. Good night! Good night! Amen.