It Will Not Do To Depend On

Faith Is The Soul's Witness To Something Not Yet Manifested, Achieved Or Realised, But Which Yet The Knower Within Us, Even In The Absence Of All Indications, Feels To Be True Or Supremely Worth Following Or Achieving.

To Feed Death With Her Works Is Here Life's Doom.

One Who Loves God Finds The Object Of His Love Everywhere.

Ourselves Within Us Lethal Forces Nurse; We Make Of Our Own Enemies Our Guests.

Our Actual Enemy Is Not Any Force Exterior To Ourselves, But Our Own Crying Weaknesses, Our Cowardice, Our Selfishness, Our Hypocrisy, Our Purblind Sentimentalism.