The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.

Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.

A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.

When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.

No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.