Gaiety Is Often The Reckless Ripple Over

Let Us Not Fear That The Issues Of Natural Science Shall Be Scepticism Or Anarchy. Through All God's Works There Runs A Beautiful Harmony. The Remotest Truth In His Universe Is Linked To That Which Lies Nearest The Throne.

The Wild Bird That Flies So Lone And Far Has Somewhere Its Nest And Brood. A Little Fluttering Heart Of Love Impels Its Wings, And Points Its Course. There Is Nothing So Solitary As A Solitary Man.

Down Below All The Crust Of Human Conceptions, Of Human Ideas, Christ Sank An Artesian Well Into A Source Of Happiness So Pure And Blessed That Even Yet The World Does Not Believe In It.

Revolution Does Not Insure Progress. You May Overturn Thrones, But What Proof That Anything Better Will Grow Upon The Soil?

If Angels Stoop From Visions Of More Than Earthly Beauty To Spells Of Less Than Earthly Worth, They Are But Fallen Angels, Mingling Divine Utterances With The Babblings Of Madness, And The Madness Is Not The Divineness.