Quotes About Spirituality

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

The human soul is God's treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.

If Christ is not divine, every impulse of the Christian world falls to a lower octave, and light and love and hope decline.

Suffering is part of the divine idea.

Heaven will be inherited by every man who has heaven in his soul.

Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.

The soul is often hungrier than the body and no shop can sell it food.

All our other faculties seem to have the brown touch of earth upon them, but the imagination carries the very livery of heaven, and is God's self in the soul.

There are apartments in the soul which have a glorious outlook; from whose windows you can see across the river of death, and into the shining city beyond; but how often are these neglected for the lower ones, which have earthward-looking windows.

The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

I used to think the Lord's Prayer was a short prayer; but as I live longer, and see more of life, I begin to believe there is no such thing as getting through it. If a man, in praying that prayer, were to be stopped by every word until he had thoroughly prayed it, it would take him a lifetime.

Troubles are often the tools God fashions us for better things.

We not only live among men, but there are airy hosts, blessed spectators, sympathetic lookers-on, that see and know and appreciate our thoughts and feelings and acts.

I don't kno az i want tew bet enny money, and giv odds, on the man, who iz alwus anxious tew pray out loud, every chance he kan git.

HENRY WHITNEY BELLOWS

People still talk of getting religion, as though it were a peculiar kind of coin, alone receivable at the heavenly toll-gate; of experiencing religion, as though it were experiencing an electric shock; of an interest in Christ, as a shareholder does of his stock in some prosperous venture.

The whole of the Universe is run by God, which is one vast Imagination, struggling against the almost irresistible brute forces of the cosmos.

There is a paradise, and all true artists work to the glory of its existence, even if they do not always believe with conventional or organised faith.

The grace of God is poetry...

waves are the tears of Christ breaking on the stones of the world.

Our souls are full of Gothic arches, pinnacles, twisted traceries we cannot shake off, and of which Greek minds knew nothing.

I feel not only that I cannot disappear, as nothing disappears in the world, but that I will always be and have always been. I feel that, besides me, above me, spirits live, and that in this world there is truth.