A Life Of Prayer Is A Life

A Happy Home Is The Single Spot Of Rest Which A Man Has Upon This Earth For The Cultivation Of His Noblest Sensibilities.

Home Is The One Place In All This World Where Hearts Are Sure Of Each Other. It Is The Place Of Confidence. It Is The Place Where We Tear Off That Mask Of Guarded And Suspicious Coldness Which The World Forces Us To Wear In Self-defense, And Where We Pour Out The Unreserved Communications Of Full And Confiding Hearts. It Is The Spot Where Expressions Of Tenderness Gush Out Without Any Sensation Of Awkwardness And Without Any Dread Of Ridicule.

He Alone Can Believe In Immortality Who Feels The Resurrection In Him Already.

The Man Whom Society Will Not Forgive Nor Restore Is Driven Into Recklessness.

To Believe Is To Be Happy; To Doubt Is To Be Wretched. To Believe Is To Be Strong. Doubt Cramps Energy. Belief Is Power. Only So Far As A Man Believes Strongly, Mightily, Can He Act Cheerfully, Or Do Any Thing That Is Worth The Doing.