Men Will Die Upon Dogma But Will

Let Us Put Ourselves Into His Hands, And Not Be Startled Though He Leads Us By A Strange Way, A Mirabilis Via, As The Church Speaks. Let Us Be Sure He Will Lead Us Right, That He Will Bring Us To That Which Is, Not Indeed What We Think Best, Nor What Is Best For Another, But What Is Best For Us.

I Want A Laity, Not Arrogant, Not Rash In Speech, Not Disputatious, But Men Who Know Their Religion, Who Enter Into It, Who Know Just Where They Stand, Who Know What They Hold And What They Do Not, Who Know Their Creed So Well That They Can Give An Account Of It, Who Know So Much Of History That They Can Defend It.

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.

We Must Make Up Our Minds To Be Ignorant Of Much, If We Would Know Anything.

Faith Is The Result Of The Act Of The Will, Following Upon A Conviction That To Believe Is A Duty.