Growth Is The Only Evidence Of Life.

Reason Is God's Gift, But So Are The Passions. Reason Is As Guilty As Passion.

Faith ... Acts Promptly And Boldly On The Occasion, On Slender Evidence.

Christ Is Already In That Place Of Peace, Which Is All In All. He Is On The Right Hand Of God. He Is Hidden In The Brightness Of The Radiance Which Issues From The Everlasting Throne. He Is In The Very Abyss Of Peace, Where There Is No Voice Of Tumult Or Distress, But A Deep Stillness--stillness, That Greatest And Most Awful Of All Goods Which We Can Fancy; That Most Perfect Of Joys, The Utter Profound, Ineffable Tranquillity Of The Divine Essence. He Has Entered Into His Rest. That Is Our Home; Here We Are On A Pilgrimage, And Christ Calls Us To His Many Mansions Which He Has Prepared.

True Religion Is Slow In Growth, And, When Once Planted, Is Difficult Of Dislodgement; But Its Intellectual Counterfeit Has No Root In Itself: It Springs Up Suddenly, It Suddenly Withers.

God Has Created Me To Do Him Some Definite Service; He Has Committed Some Work To Me Which He Has Not Committed To Another. I Have My Mission; I Never May Know It In This Life, But I Shall Be Told It In The Next. I Have A Part In A Great Work; I Am A Link In A Chain, A Bond Of Connection Between Persons. He Has Not Created Me For Naught. I Shall Do Good, I Shall Do His Work; I Shall Be An Angel Of Peace, A Preacher Of Truth In My Own Place, While Not Intending It, If I Do But Keep His Commandments And Serve Him In My Calling.