A Person Possessed With An Idea Cannot

To Be Happy Is Not The Purpose For Which You Are Placed In This World.

The Superstition Of Science Scoffs At The Superstition Of Faith.

It May Be From Some Moral Obliquity In Myself, Or From Some Strange Disease; But For Me, And I Should Think Too For Every Human Being In Whose Breast A Human Heart Is Beating, To Know That One Single Creature Is In That Dreadful Place Would Make A Hell Of Heaven Itself. And They Have Hearts In Heaven, For They Love There.

I Believe In God, Not Because The Bible Tells Me That He Is, But Because My Heart Tells Me So; And The Same Heart Tells Me We Can Only Have His Peace With Us If We Love Him And Obey Him, And That We Can Only He Happy When We Each Love Our Neighbour Better Than Ourselves.

We Call Heaven Our Home, As The Best Name We Know To Give It.