If We Will But Let Our God

But Words Are Vain; Reject Them All— They Utter But A Feeble Part: Hear Thou The Depths From Which They Call, The Voiceless Longing Of My Heart.

But There Are Not A Few Who Would Be Indignant At Having Their Belief In God Questioned, Who Yet Seem Greatly To Fear Imagining Him Better Than He Is.

The Love Of Our Neighbor Is The Only Door Out Of The Dungeon Of Self.

The Time For Speaking Seldom Arrives, The Time For Being Never Departs.

To Try To Be Brave Is To Be Brave.