The holier one is, the more forbearing and loving he is; the more tender and patient and anxious to help others in every way. Think how forbearing an… - Arthur Henry Kenney

I believe that into the weakest, saddest heart that opens to receive this Divine Guest, the Father and the Son will come and abide; and the exalted joy that abiding brings, what words can express! The Divine dwelling in the human, the Infinite in the finite, how marvelous! how glorious! This must be the real foretaste of heavenly joy — the truest heaven we can know on earth.

It is not so bad a thing to grow old; it is only getting a little nearer home; a little nearer to immortal youth.

Perhaps heaven may not be so far away as we fancy; and if our eyes were not holden, we should see angels ascending and descending, and blessed spirits thronging all about us.