Lions Would Have Fared Better, Had Lions

The Heart Is Commonly Reached, Not Through The Reason, But Through The Imagination, By Means Of Direct Impressions, By The Testimony Of Facts And Events, By History, By Description. Persons Influence Us, Voices Melt Us, Looks Subdue Us, Deeds Inflame Us. Many A Man Will Live And Die Upon A Dogma; No Man Will Be A Martyr For A Conclusion.

It Is Seldom We Have The Heart To Throw Ourselves, If I May So Speak, On The Divine Arm; We Dare Not Trust Ourselves On The Waters, Though Christ Bids Us. We Have Not St. Peter's Love To Ask Leave To Come To Him Upon The Sea. When We Once Are Filled With That Heavenly Charity, We Can Do All Things, Because We Attempt All Things - For To Attempt Is To Do.

If We Insist On Being As Sure As Is Conceivable... We Must Be Content To Creep Along The Ground, And Never Soar.

There Is In Stillness Oft A Magic Power To Calm The Breast When Struggling Passions Lower, Touched By Its Influence, In The Soul Arise Diviner Feelings, Kindred With The Skies.

Faith Ventures And Hazards . . . Counting The Costs And Delighting In The Sacrifice.