It Is As Absurd To Argue Men,

This Is What The Church Is Said To Want, Not Party Men, But Sensible, Temperate, Sober, Well-judging Persons, To Guide It Through The Channel Of No-meaning, Between The Scylla And Charybdis Of Aye And No.

Satan Is Inconsistent. He Persuades A Man Not To Go To A Synagogue On A Cold Morning; Yet When The Man Does Go, He Follows Him Into It.

I Will Trust Him. Whatever, Wherever I Am, I Can Never Be Thrown Away. If I Am In Sickness, My Sickness May Serve Him; In Perplexity, My Perplexity May Serve Him; If I Am In Sorrow, My Sorrow May Serve Him. My Sickness, Or Perplexity, Or Sorrow May Be Necessary Causes Of Some Great End, Which Is Quite Beyond Us. He Does Nothing In Vain.

Every Breath Of Air And Ray Of Light And Heat, Every Beautiful Prospect, Is, As It Were, The Skirts Of The (angel's) Garments, The Waving Robes Of Those Whose Faces See God.

Learn To Do Thy Part And Leave The Rest To Heaven.