Edward Everett Hale
In the name of Hypocrites, doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival.
The Resurrection miracle is nothing to you and me if it is only an event of eighteen centuries bygone. Unless we can live the immortal life — unless we can receive God to his own home in these hearts of ours — the texts are nothing to us unless these daily lives illustrate them.
Thrones, dominations, principalities know now with a terrible certainty that mere force of arms has no power which compares with that living word of the crucified Nazarene, that bears with it Eternal Life, and directs the duty of a world of men whom he can lead, but who bend no knee to power.
Never bear more than one kind of trouble at a time. Some people bear three kinds of trouble — the ones they've had, the ones they have, and the ones they expect to have.
Life seeks life and loves life. The opening of a catkin of a willow, in the flight of the butterfly, in the chirping of a tree-toad or the sweep of an eagle — my life loves to see how others live, exults in their joy, and so far is partner in their great concern.
I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do.
It sometimes seems easier to trace the great general laws of God's government in the passage of events far from us than in those close around us. We see the shape of those far-off constellations, but we cannot group or set in order that to which our own sun belongs.