It Is Our Best Work That God

Few Delights Can Equal The Presence Of One Whom We Trust Utterly.

Oh The Folly Of Any Mind That Would Explain God Before Obeying Him! That Would Map Out The Character Of God Instead Of Crying, Lord, What Wouldst Thou Have Me To Do?

Ah, What Is It We Send Up Thither, Where Our Thoughts Are Either A Dissonance Or A Sweetness And A Grace?

We Die Daily. Happy Those Who Daily Come To Life As Well.

Why Should My Love Be Powerless To Help Another?