Christ Within Us, The Hope Of Glory.

God's Highest Gifts--talent, Beauty, Feeling, Imagination, Power--they Carry With Them The Possibility Of The Highest Heaven And The Lowest Hell. Be Sure That It Is By That Which Is Highest In You That You May Be Lost.

A Life Of Prayer Is A Life Whose Litanies Are Ever Fresh Acts Of Self-devoting Love.

Simpler Manners, Purer Lives; More Self-denial; More Earnest Sympathy With The Classes That Lie Below Us, Nothing Short Of That Can Lay The Foundations Of The Christianity Which Is To Be Hereafter, Deep And Broad.

There Is A Power In The Soul, Quite Separate From The Intellect, Which Sweeps Away Or Recognizes The Marvelous, By Which God Is Felt. Faith Stands Serenely Far Above The Reach Of The Atheism Of Science. It Does Not Rest On The Wonderful, But On The Eternal Wisdom And Goodness Of God. The Revelation Of The Son Was To Proclaim A Father, Not A Mystery. No Science Can Sweep Away The Everlasting Love Which The Heart Feels, And Which The Intellect Does Not Even Pretend To Judge Or Recognize.

There Is A Grand Fearlessness In Faith. He Who In His Heart Of Hearts Reverences The Good, The True, The Holy--that Is, Reverences God--does Not Tremble At The Apparent Success Of Attacks Upon The Outworks Of Faith. They May Shake Those Who Rest On Those Outworks--they Do Not Move Him Whose Soul Reposes On The Truth Itself. He Needs No Prop Or Crutches To Support His Faith. Founded On A Rock, Faith Can Afford To Gaze Undismayed At The Approaches Of Infidelity.