For Self Is The Lord Of Self,

It Smote Me To The Heart That I Had Found No One In All The World Who Loved Me More Than All Others.

Thus One Memory Follows Another Until The Waves Dash Together Over Our Heads, And A Deep Sigh Swells The Breast, Which Warns Us That We Have Forgotten To Breathe In The Midst Of These Pure Thoughts.

That Is The Returning To God Which In Reality Is Never Concluded On Earth But Yet Leaves Behind In The Soul A Divine Home Sickness, Which Never Again Ceases.

Christianity Is A Missionary Religion, Converting, Advancing, Aggressive, Encompassing The World; A Non-missionary Church Is In The Bands Of Death.

While The River Of Life Glides Along Smoothly, It Remains The Same River; Only The Landscape On Either Bank Seems To Change.