Impatience Dries The Blood Sooner Than Age

Life Is A Crucible. We Are Thrown Into It And Tried.

There Must Be Something Beyond Man In This World. Even On Attaining To His Highest Possibilities, He Is Like A Bird Beating Against His Cage. There Is Something Beyond, O Deathless Like A Sea-shell, Moaning For The Bosom Of The Ocean To Which You Belong!

The Church-bells Of Innumerable Sects Are All Chime-bells To-day, Ringing In Sweet Accordance Throughout Many Lands, And Awaking A Great Joy In The Heart Of Our Common Humanity.

Profaneness Is A Brutal Vice. He Who Indulges In It Is No Gentleman, I Care Not What His Stamp May Be In Society; I Care Not What Clothes He Wears, Or What Culture He Boasts.

The Best Answer To All Objections Urged Against Prayer Is The Fact That Man Cannot Help Praying; For We May Be Sure That That Which Is So Spontaneous And Ineradicable In Human Nature Has Its Fitting Objects And Methods In The Arrangements Of A Boundless Providence.