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Like a plant that starts up in showers and sunshine and does not know which has best helped it to grow, it is difficult to say whether the hard... →
A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.
The first real unhappiness I remember to have felt was when some one told me, one day, that I did not love God. I insisted, almost tearfully, that I... →
When I heard that there were artists, I wished I could some time be one. If I could only make a rose bloom on paper, I thought I should be happy! Or... →
Religion is life inspired by Heavenly Love; and life is something fresh and cheerful and vigorous.
To different minds, poetry may present different phases. To me, the reverent faith of the people I lived among, and their faithful everyday living... →
We were not meant to mask ourselves before our fellow-beings, but to be, through our human forms, true and clear utterances of the spirit within.... →
Few parents are aware of the difficulties that beset the minds of the little philosophers and theologians who sit upon their knees or play at their... →
The soul, cramped among the petty vexations of Earth, needs to keep its windows constantly open to the invigorating air of large and free ideas: and... →
I remember how beautiful the Merrimac looked to me in childhood, the first true river I ever knew; it opened upon my sight and wound its way through... →
Every phase of our life belongs to us. The moon does not, except in appearance, lose her first thin, luminous curve, nor her silvery crescent, in... →
Let us not depreciate Earth. There is no atom in it but is alive and astir in the all-penetrating splendor of God. From the infinitesimal to the... →
Everything in nature has its own intrinsic charm, as the work of its Creator's hand; but the chief beauty of the whole lies in its suggested... →